"I used to think that my teacher had successfully killed my teacher by forming an alliance with the Buddhist League and taking every step to attack the city."
Xu Pingfeng's mouth started to bleed with every word he said. He was severely injured, but his expression was still as reckless as Zhang Yang.
Some words had been kept in his heart for more than 20 years, and some plans had been painfully endured for more than 20 years. Now, he could finally let them out.
"However, after careful analysis and reviewing of the Wu Zong rebellion, it is easy to deduce some unusual points. For example ..."
Xu Pingfeng's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"At the start of the Wu Zong rebellion, why was the first generation caught off guard? Even if killing one's master was the fate of a Warlock, wasn't killing one's disciple also fate? "The first generation has no reason to allow a Wu Zong to rebel and allow teacher to become a divinator and replace you.
