"What exchange of skills? It's just to find an excuse."
Zhang Fan understood it silently and sat in the corner. Today he was just here to spectate, and with Xiong Ba's current strength, handling it should be manageable.
"Of course, Xiong Qianshan wouldn't be able to come. I heard he just lost his brother."
At this moment, Wang Xuanqing spoke, rubbing the feather tattoo on his wrist with a hint of a playful smile on his face.
"Hmm!?"
Xiong Qianqiu's slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, her cold gaze landing on Wang Xuanqing.
"How do you know that?"
Xiong Qianxing's incident happened last night, and the Daoist Alliance only received the notification early this morning. In theory, only a very few people would know, not even everyone in the Xiong Family was aware.
"Where in the world can you find a wall without cracks?" Wang Xuanqing smiled slightly.
"A death in the Xiong Family is a big event that won't take long for the entire Yujing City to know about."
"Enough."
