"Hmph, you old eunuch dog!"
Xio Fenghe stood with his hands behind his back, his purple robe swirling despite the absence of wind, his eyes as sharp as knives.
"A stray dog dares to step into my mountain gate?"
Once, Lu Xuan, the head of Dongchang, wielded power over the imperial court, a mere edict would plunge the martial world into bloody chaos.
Even someone like Xio Fenghe, a Grandmaster, had to avoid his sharp edge.
But now — Dongchang has lost its power, lost the authority to command the Jinyi Guard, even that "noble one" deep within the palace has tacitly agreed.
"To kill Lu Xuan would earn a marquisate and a chancellorship!"
Thinking of this, Xio Fenghe's lips curled into a cold smile, "Since you've come here today, old eunuch dog, don't think you'll leave Qingfeng Sect alive!"
The mountain wind rose abruptly, stirring up ice crystals all over the ground, reflecting Lu Xuan's sinister and pale face.
