"Swords are drawn, crossbows tightened; a civil war could break out at any moment."
The sixth disciple, Bai Qin the Autopsist, gently moved her lips.
Ye Hanjun looked up at the waning moon above, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth:
"Ying Mountain probably never imagined that the dark force he built with his own hands would end up in such a situation, did he?"
"He's too overwhelmed to handle his own affairs." Bai Qin shook her head, "If it were Ying Qing and Ying Shui, they would undoubtedly be loyal to him."
"But as for Ying Xiu... this man only cares about his own interests. He's likely to switch sides to Ying Liu, aiming for the maximum benefit."
"Hehe, no matter which side she chooses, with additional reinforcement, we will come out victorious."
Ye Hanjun smirked, a faint glint flashing in his pitch-black eyes.
It had been nearly a year since the Shadow Alliance attempted to assassinate the Canghai Pavilion.
