Myanmar, Neibi, Elder Jian Palace.
The State Preceptor Hemeng was looking at the Xuanjian Sword at his feet, trembling with anger, his face ashen!
Not long ago, the people he sent to "handle business" in China returned.
However, half of them were missing!
Three of his top disciples, along with two additional court guards, were dead. Only five court guards managed to flee back, terrified out of their wits, utterly rattled.
At this moment, they were all fearfully kneeling in front of Hemeng, not daring to move even an inch, like defeated soldiers!
"What did you say? Dan Min, Sai Gang, and Ye Tu are all dead? And the other two as well?"
Hemeng tightly gripped the armrest of his chair, asking furiously.
"Crack!"
At that moment, a maid who had just walked out from the inner chamber dropped the fruit tray she was holding!
