Xuanwu Sect.
Yao Ling'er, in her meditation, sensed an impending unease. Though her eyes were shut, her mind couldn't find peace, a feeling that something significant was on the verge of happening.
Disturbed by this premonition, she approached Ning Xuanwu with due respect. "Master, I have a concern about our recent actions," she respectfully voiced.
Ning Xuanwu, who had been in deep meditation, opened his eyes to regard Yao Ling'er.
"Speak your mind!"
"Yes, Master."
Yao Ling'er, her brows knitted, expressed, "Initially, our assumption was that the expert in Pingjiang City was an obstruction set by the Qingshan Sect. Consequently, we dispatched Senior Wu Chen and Senior Wu Feng for investigation."
"But the nature of Senior Wu Chen and Senior Wu Feng is straightforward. Knowing them, they might opt for a direct confrontation. If the expert is indeed an obstruction, it's manageable. However, if..."
Here, Yao Ling'er subtly turned her gaze towards Ning Xuanwu.
Indeed.
Ning Xuanwu's eyes widened in realization.
He grasped the gravity of the situation. If Yu Wujie's claim held truth and it wasn't a Qingshan Sect obstruction, and Wu Chen and Wu Feng confronted the person...
Consider this: someone capable of crafting divine weapons—certainly not an ordinary individual. Relying solely on Wu Chen and Wu Feng, they wouldn't stand a chance.
"Therefore, Master, I suggest personally descending the mountain to investigate!" Yao Ling'er suggested in a soft tone.
"Go!"
Ning Xuanwu gestured for her to proceed. After Yao Ling'er left, he intended to return to his meditation. However, the weight of Yao Ling'er's words lingered, leaving him unsettled.
Capitalizing on the night, Yao Ling'er set out and by dawn, had already reached Pingjiang City.
Her approach differed from the direct style of Wu Chen and Wu Feng. Instead, she headed straight to a tavern, casually approached an individual, and swiftly gleaned information.
In the recent days, all martial halls in Pingjiang City, barring a few small ones, had been completely eradicated.
Yao Ling'er, with a little deduction, realized the root of the problem lay within these small martial halls. Investigating a few of them with her abilities proved effortless.
Meanwhile, Yi Feng had enjoyed a leisurely night outside with Zhong Qing. Only when the sun illuminated the sky did the two casually return to the martial hall.
"Doggie, I've brought you some delectables."