Luo Ming provided a ti and location for arriving on the island to compete, only to reserve the details for the day of the battle royale. As for the rules, every sect was permitted to bring in only three people, citing there was no reason for unnecessary sacrifices as the reason for the cap. It also circumvented ganging up on other sects. Using overwhelming numbers isn’t exactly an act of valour. Although that sounded reasonable, it was complete hogwash. If the man was so concerned about sacrifices, why the hell did he invite so many people? All he needed was so bones, entrails and flesh to dance in the sky.
Nobody noticed Luo Ming depart because they were so busy planning their strategy in the hall. Anyone see the paradox? If you’re going to draw up your ga plan in the hall, the others would eavesdrop! That was why everyone stuck around!
The competition is tomorrow, you fools!
Emperor Yuansheng and Boss left since they had too many secrets that they couldn’t afford to leak. As for , I loitered because I was busy trying to trace Wugudengfeng’s tracks.
“Brother Ming.”
I spun around to see Xiao Huangquan with his signature grin.
“Co see this one at three fifteen in the afternoon for a drink.”
“… Don’t you think that’s a little too early to be tipsy?”
“Not at all. If this one drinks late, he might not make it in ti for tomorrow’s competition.”
How much are you planning to drink?!
“We’ll see. We’ll see.”
As I tried to walk off, Xiao Huangquan stepped forward: “When Night Fortress’ Master Ming drank with this old one back then for days, he never griped. Why are you trying to refuse, Brother Ming?”
I knew what my scoundrel buddy was going to say next, especially this crafty bugger.
“I dare you.” Voice stifled, I threatened, “You try to expose , and I’ll put a gaping aperture in your throat. I’d like to see you drink again after that.”
“Hmph, I see you’re better at throwing your weight around now. I have business to discuss with you. If you’re a true friend, be sure to co.” With that, Xiao Huangquan walked off.
So I have to et with Boss, report to His Majesty and now et up with Xiao Huangquan at three in the afternoon? Is Luo Sword Manor so holy location? God damn.
I t up with Emperor Yuansheng at the largest courtyard, which Luo Ming arranged for since Emperor Yuansheng is, well, the ruler of the Central Plain. Emperor Yuansheng had everyone leave so that he could converse with in private.
After recounting my “tragic misfortune”, I went on to say, “And so, I spent all day yesterday fleeing. I ca to rendezvous with everyone once I verified it was safe. Luckily for , whoever the suave, strong, handso man who tore down Luo Sword Manor’s formations made it a breeze for to row through.”
“That explains. I did notice that there were a few corpses short among Evil Spirits missing. They must’ve been the ones chasing you and escaped execution.”
He sounds as though he’s relieved so of Evil Spirits survived. If I’m not wrong, he must know what I also found out.
“I know what you’re thinking. I know Luo Ming is still hiding sothing. I made a bet with him. If one of you wins Refining Divine Convention, he will fulfil a request of mine. Conversely, I will have to present him with a head irrespective of who it is should I lose. I summoned you here to ask you to participate as a disciple of Mount Daluo.”
Hmm…
My pores started to release energy in response to a threat, impelling to suppress the instinctive urge. Emperor Yuansheng thought the burst of qi in the room was just his imagination. I couldn’t stop the instinctive reaction before it surfaced for I sensed an adept outside, one skilled enough to alarm , and their target was .
***
The stances of the three great sects were imperative to Luo Ming, which was why he inspected Ming Feizhen from outside the room. For an adept of Luo Ming’s level, there weren’t many others out there who he would deem worthy of his attention. Friends and enemies were pretty much re words to him, so his attention was a testant to one’s worth.
While seemingly indifferent to the three great sects’ responses back in the hall, Luo Ming, in truth, was delighted for he did not send letters seeking their agreent but their silence.
Shaolin, considered the leader of the three great sects, never changed their ways since ancient tis, advocating for stability and peace to take precedence. As an example of the extre degree they promoted those ideals, not even Mount Daluo was last to join the campaign against Demon Sect. The last one to send a letter in, supporting the extermination operation, was Shaolin. Further proof was the fact that they didn’t even send a representative to Refining Divine Convention, sending only the fake prayer beads.
Wudang, in contrast, remained active in the pugilistic world, though that shouldn’t be misconstrued as them being ambitious since they had always perceived themselves to be enforcers of justice. For that reason, Daoist Shenfa went all the way to the Western Region to dissuade the seven nations there from continuing with their dispute. Hence, they could only trust Elder Shou, whom Luo Ming didn’t fear, to represent them.
Enigmatic Mount Daluo’s appearance at Refining Divine Convention ca as a surprise to Luo Ming. As long as Ming Huayu and Master Ming didn’t co, nevertheless, then that was the best outco Luo Ming could ask for.
Ming Feizhen’s presence and mannerisms rendered Luo Ming uneasy ever since the latter t the forr. Luo Ming had scrapped the suspicion that Ming Feizhen was Master Ming because he ran into two Ming Feizhen’s already. Howbeit, Luo Ming didn’t feel Ming Feizhen was harmless when nobody could do anything about the latter notwithstanding his lousy fighting abilities. Worse, Luo Ming couldn’t find anything suspicious about Ming Feizhen.
Sick of being worried, Luo Ming decided it was ti to throw the rock out of his shoe. He didn’t need evidence to kill soone; his sword was the judge. As they say, “Better safe than sorry.”
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