Two figures in black robes, with two masked faces, came to a halt at the entrance of the grand hall.
One mask was white smeared with yellow, the other a plain face outlined in black. The cold intent emanating from the two longswords was palpable.
In the moment their gazes met, Wudong knew that his enemy was no longer the self-made Grandmaster Hua Wanquan.
These were two senior members of Xuanmen, who had spent a long time pondering the Tuanshen Realm—Happy Death Tower had committed more resources here than Wudong had anticipated.
From the state of Hua Wanquan's corpse, it was clear they had been in complete control of this place... for many years now.
Happy Death Tower's involvement with Jin Yu Shop was never a fair trade but a puppet-like control after hollowing out the heart.
How could Happy Death Tower possess such control?
Wudong found it somewhat inconceivable, but now was not the time to ponder.
