At this moment, Lu Xuan chose not to leave the city of Qingxi Prefecture because of something that kept him here.
Outside a dignified and extraordinary mansion in the city, the government officials had gathered in large numbers.
Lu Xuan quietly appeared in front of these officials, closely following behind the crowd of onlookers.
"Have you heard?"
"It seems that Wu Tongzhi and his family all died last night."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Wu Tongzhi is a martial artist of the Blood Refining Realm. How could he possibly be killed?"
"Who's talking nonsense? I heard the screams from afar over there last night, but I thought..."
Not far from Lu Xuan, two strong men seemed to be quarreling unrelentingly.
Only one of them, with slightly bronze skin, was busy explaining and stamping his feet on the ground indignantly, his face flushed red.
The veins on his neck bulged, his body trembled continuously, as if remembering those terrifying sounds from last night.
