Darrell Percival still wants to keep growing, still wants to establish himself at Moon Manor!
He can't just watch as seventeen martial masters are put into coffins!
If things really turn out that way, it would undoubtedly ruin his reputation!
But right now, there doesn't seem to be any other option.
"Who's causing trouble!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Immediately after.
More than a dozen Sword Cultivators descended from the sky, landing in front of Darrell Percival.
Seeing the corpses on the ground, and the broken funeral hall.
The Tennyson Cultivator Leader vigilantly drew his weapon, pointing at Whitaker Dog: "Who are you! Dare to cause trouble at Moon Manor!"
Later they patrolled, discovering the streets full of joss paper.
There were even Sword Cultivators who heard the sound of the suona.
Very strange.
In the dead of night, why would there be such odd occurrences?
Following the joss paper trail, they found the paper disappeared at Darrell Percival's mansion.
