Although the Sun family did their utmost to block the news, you can't wrap fire in paper.
A troop movement of that scale, especially, couldn't escape the notice of prying eyes.
And so, it wasn't long before all sorts of rumors about the incident began to spread...
This was a high-end club in the heart of downtown Qing Province. The only people who could afford to come here were the scions of the major families; it was never open to outsiders.
Right now, in a private room within this exclusive club, a group of young men were drinking and chatting.
"Tsk, tsk. What a pathetic way for a punk like Sun Lingchen to die, getting himself killed by some Martial Cultivator from the backwoods." A young man, no older than twenty, propped his legs on the coffee table. He was sunk deep into the plush sofa, a gloating look on his face.
He was from the Bao family. While not as powerful as the Sun family, they were still a force to be reckoned with.
