「The next day.」
The tumult from the Martial Association's evening banquet, after fermenting overnight, had spread through every street and alley of Lingjin City. Even Ye Nantian's disciples were trembling with fear, bowing their heads in submission.
Tsk, tsk. It was hard to imagine just who that person could be.
Inevitably, people connected all the recent major incidents. On the surface, they might not seem related, but upon closer inspection, they all seemed to involve the Martial Association. After all, a Three-Bag Elder and a Six-Bag Elder from the Association had both recently died in Lingjin City. This suggested that a powerful figure was deliberately targeting the Martial Association, even wantonly slaughtering its members.
Shortly after breakfast, the news of Han Shaobai's body floating in the Lingjin River swept through the city like a tempest.
"Even Han Shaobai is dead! This is going to be a major incident!"
