It was a cool and refreshing night with the moon casting a water-like sheen.
The Qiongling Sect was as tranquil as usual.
Yu Zhenzhen's Plum Blossom Courtyard, located in the deepest part of the lodgings, felt even more secluded.
Yu Zhenzhen, Duan Yun, and the Murong brothers were lying in ambush inside, waiting.
Waiting for their prey to come to them.
Yes, tonight they were the ones who would kill.
Tonight was the night that Guxue and her wild man planned to deal with Yu Zhenzhen, a situation that could end up with Yu Zhenzhen being killed.
But those who kill could also be killed themselves; such was the simple truth of the Martial World.
As one of the rare "lucid ones" in the Qiongling Sect, Yu Zhenzhen had little choice.
Had she not overheard the conversation through a tunnel late at night, had not the two gatekeepers suddenly turned into two old demons, she would have died inexplicably at the hands of her shameless master tonight.
