Xu Yuanzhen's smile was fleeting.
She waved her hand, passed by Lei Jun, and headed to the High Merit Pavilion first.
Her actions seemed casual, but as Lei Jun watched her departing figure, he knew this senior sister was not joking.
Once she sorted out the clues to the Celestial Master's Sword, she would probably indeed make a trip to Jiangzhou.
Xu Yuanzhen's thoughts couldn't have been simpler.
You, the Jiangzhou Lin Clan, failed to ambush and assassinate our sect's disciples because of your lack of skill. Your people suffered such heavy casualties because we are skilled. But that doesn't mean you have already paid the price for setting up the ambush. The price should be that we, too, ambush and attack your people. As for who will live and who will die in the end, that will depend on everyone's own capability.
The recent battle between both sides at Poyang Lake, though not small in scale, was more like a tacitly agreed-upon skirmish—loud thunder but little rain.
