Xinping Town.
Shenxiao Association's secret base.
In the hall of the backyard, candlelight flickered, occasionally dimming or brightening. At the center of the hall, a dark golden chair was covered with a white tiger skin.
On the tiger skin, a man in his fifties sat solemnly, his face gloomy, exuding a terrifying aura.
The air in the hall seemed to have frozen.
There were three assassination attempts on the Crown Prince, each one employing increasingly stronger forces, yet all three failed, with heavy losses on this occasion.
This was the revival force of the Carefree Palace, yet no results were seen before losing nearly half of it.
Past efforts had never encountered such setbacks; it seems things are regressing with age.
Four or five people were seated below.
There was the Tianyuan expert who fought Mr. Qin, standing on either side of the man on the tiger chair with Lingxiao, like a pair of guardian warriors.
Three people stood below, their hands hanging low.
