Three days had flown by, and for Qin Muye, who was just scraping by at the bottom, life was calm, but not so for the upper echelons of Qingwu City.
Someone had challenged the Pan Turtle Martial Arts Hall, and the old master was severely injured, barely clinging to life.
This turned the once peaceful Qingwu City into a place where dark currents surged; even if the old master recovered, he would never return to his prime.
Now that such a force was no longer present to preside, the major powers saw it as a piece of fat meat.
The Governor wanted to eliminate it quickly to gain political capital, the Chief Patrol sought the martial hall's resources to strengthen himself, and the financial tycoons desired the heritage of the Pan Turtle Martial Arts as their foundation.
But everyone was civilized, not so uncouth as to be obvious about their intentions—at least they would wipe their mouths clean of blood to hide their sharp teeth.
Wu Dao's expression was puzzled, "How could the true transmission of the Wild Lion Sect from the north appear on my turf? The first time could be understood as passing by, but the second time..."
"Could it have fallen into his hands?" Wu Dao's expression then turned unpredictable.
For this object, he was willing to become a mere patrol, mingling with petty gangs every day, which infuriated him when he thought about it.
If it really was snatched by someone else first, wouldn't all his years of effort have been wasted, ultimately benefiting others?
"Go and test it. If it really ended up in Li Xiang's hands..." A ruthless glint flashed in Wu Dao's eyes, naturally meaning he would eliminate the other party.
Although the Wild Lion Sect was powerful, this place was not the north, and the Wild Lion Sect's secret martial techniques had no reach here.
The only worry was whether he could defeat this Li Xiang.