After Cai Zhang left, Lu Chengfeng continued to sit in the teahouse for a long time, silently pondering many things.
Currently, the sect is not peaceful. The death of Zhao Changzhen is entangled with many secrets, even the master he now serves most likely has ulterior motives.
To others, he appears to be a newly risen genius within the sect, stunning everyone by being personally accepted as a disciple by an Elder, ensuring a promising future.
But only he knows the precariousness of the current situation he is in.
"This is the best opportunity; only by marrying that woman can I have the confidence to turn the tides in this turmoil and chaos."
Lu Chengfeng downed the tea in his cup in silence, placed the tea money on the table, turned, and left with a flick of his sleeve.
When he reached the foot of Bixiao Peak, he saw a disciple from the Fighting Hall, clad in black armor and carrying a sword on his back, hurrying toward him, whose eyes lit up upon seeing him.
