"The Nanqing Xiang family was wiped out by the Red Flame Army!"
On Lingxi Mountain, Li Chang approached Yang Zhenshan and whispered.
The willow branches in the courtyard hung down like green ribbons, gently dancing in the wind. Upon closer inspection, each branch revealed tiny new buds, with tender yellow tinged with a touch of green.
Yang Zhenshan stood with his hands behind his back under the willow tree, gazing toward the south. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through the layers of forest to the blood-soaked scene of the Xiang family.
"Wiped out just like that?"
"Yes, not a single man, woman, or child left!" Li Chang replied.
"Truly ruthless!" Yang Zhenshan narrowed his eyes slightly.
How could he not know the insignificance of that note?
A paper scrap with only a few words, how could it be enough to convict a Martial Arts Family?
Yet, the Lu family recklessly condemned the Xiang family, and Lan Peng slaughtered hundreds of them just like that!
