As night fell, the bonfire blazed vigorously.
It illuminated the faces of the few people around it.
The remaining colonels took turns guarding key points, their gazes sharp as torches, missing not even the slightest movement.
"Will there be a fight?"
Wang Meng rubbed his hands nervously, "It shouldn't, right? Has the Qingfeng Sect leader stuffed himself mad? Why would he fall out with General Chen over a disciple?"
"It's the disciple most likely to succeed as the next sect leader."
Liu Daqian corrected, "Half of Qingfeng Mountain's reputation as a sect of chivalry over the last hundred years was carved out by him, a true swordsman hero."
"Could such a person really be a transformed evil serpent?"
Wang Meng smacked his lips and suddenly whispered, "Even if he were transformed from an evil serpent, wouldn't that be a case of turning over a new leaf?"
"Hiss!" Liu Daqian kicked him.
