Wen Caishang was graceful and elegant, her figure slender, her long skirt flowing. Supported by Li Xian, she walked slowly out of the inn.
The street was lively, with onlookers already gathered at the door. Li Xian and Wen Caishang exchanged a glance, both nodded slightly, and retreated lightly. They turned into an alley, wound through a few bends, and exited the city.
Not hearing anything unusual, Li Xian asked, "Is Zhang Hu dead?"
Wen Caishang said, "He shattered his heart meridian himself, he's eighty percent likely to die. But if someone rescues him, then it's another matter." The Martial Artist's vitality surged, and the martial arts insights they comprehended varied accordingly.
Zhang Hu was from the "Taixin Sect."
This sect's martial arts principles, depth of insight, and miscellaneous studies were all at the low end. But they had a large number of beasts, and often embarked on expeditions, causing ordinary families and sects to avoid them.
