Chapter 416

On the other side, Zhang Zhang Wuji sat back down in his chair, thinking in his heart.

Soon, he prepared to walk out of the tavern.

Just as he walked out of the tavern, he heard the sounds of several men laughing and teasing outside.

Zhang Zhang Wuji followed the sound and looked over, immediately frowning.

Across the street stood a group of Jianghu heroes.

A handsome youth in a green robe led the group as they walked over slowly.

The white-clad youth had a handsome and angular face, bright eyes, and a faint smile on his lips, appearing free and unrestrained.

He carried an air of elegance and ease, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal world.

As soon as the white-clad youth appeared, passersby stopped to watch and discuss.

Beside the white-clad youth followed an old man with white hair and beard.

He stared sharply at Zhang Zhang Wuji.

"This kid looks very familiar," Zhang Zhang Wuji muttered; he always felt he had seen this old man somewhere before.

It was just that he hadn't been able to recall who this old man was for a long time.

Although the old man before him had graying whiskers and mottled white hair, his clothes did not have a speck of decay, appearing exceptionally clean and tidy.

Zhang Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "This old man must be an expert."

He instinctively wanted to bypass this group of people.

But they happened to be blocking the path Zhang Zhang Wuji had to take.

"Little brother, please stay a moment; we would like to make your acquaintance," the white-clad youth said with a bow, his manner gentle and refined.

Zhang Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment, then walked over and cupped his hands, saying, "Zhang Zhang Wuji."

The white-clad youth said, "I am Gao Gao Zecheng, a disciple of the Kunlun Sect."

By stating his name and his master’s lineage, he was actually trying to determine Zhang Zhang Wuji’s background through his own lineage and martial arts.

"So it is Young Master Gao; I have failed to welcome you properly," Zhang Zhang Wuji smiled slightly.

Gao Gao Zecheng laughed, "I have also just arrived here."

Zhang Zhang Wuji nodded in acknowledgment and said, "I wonder what business Young Master Gao has with me?"

Gao Gao Zecheng’s expression became serious, and he said, "Zhang Zhang Wuji, have you ever heard of the 'Demon Sect'?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s pupils constricted, and his expression darkened instantly.

This matter could absolutely not escape his ears; Yang Xiao had been captured by people from the 'Demon Sect' back then.

However, he did not reveal anything unusual, instead saying indifferently, "I have heard a little."

Gao Gao Zecheng continued to ask, "I wonder what grudge Young Master Zhang has with that Demon Sect?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji said coldly, "None."

Gao Gao Zecheng asked in confusion, "¨「 Could it be that we have wronged you?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji did not speak and walked straight out of the tavern.

He was annoyed in his heart; who was this guy? How dare he come to suspect him?

He had already decided to forget about this matter.

Zhang Zhang Wuji was sullen all the way, because tonight was destined to be restless.

At this moment, suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums came from within the city again.

Mixed with cries, wails, and the weeping of children, it sounded irritating and unsettling.

(Li's) Zhang Zhang Wuji listened for a long while and couldn't help but run outside the tavern to investigate the situation.

At this time, the city was brightly lit, and all kinds of vendors were set up on both sides of the street.

The things sold in these shops were diverse and dazzling.

Zhang Zhang Wuji saw someone selling candied haws, so he bought two skewers and started eating.

The taste was sweet and sour, indeed much better than the wine he brewed himself.

It was just that after eating two, he couldn't eat anymore.

He walked back to the inn.

He pushed open the door and stared at the ceiling in a daze; suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he took the broken sword from under the bed.

He held the broken sword in his hand and played with it for a while.

Suddenly, a humming sound came from the scabbard of the broken sword.

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s expression changed, and he hurriedly let go of the broken sword.

He saw the broken sword dancing in the air, cutting through the air and making a whistling sound, before embedding itself into the wall.

This sword was too evil; it had actually flown up on its own!

Zhang Zhang Wuji was horrified.

At this moment, he heard a slight tapping sound from outside the window, and his heart skipped a beat.

He quietly went to the windowsill to look out and discovered that a group of men in black were heading toward another location.

That was where the Kunlun Sect 050 disciples were staying during the day.

Zhang Zhang Wuji was confused.

How did this group of men in black enter this great city?

Their lightness skills were extremely high, moving through the city like ghosts.

At this moment, they finally arrived in front of the courtyard where the white-clad youth and the old man lived.

Zhang Zhang Wuji saw their figures.

The three of them were talking happily, as if discussing something.

Looking at their appearance, they should know each other.

He suppressed his killing intent and retreated back into his room.

He thought of Su Hang; he wondered how he was doing now?

After all, Su Hang was still his benefactor.

Now that he was getting closer and closer to the truth, he naturally thought of Su Hang.

And Su Hang was currently sitting in the Half-Moon Inn, waiting for the arrival of that mysterious person.

……

Night soon fell.

The night was lonely, with stars dotting the horizon.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound of wind breaking came from outside the Half-Moon Inn.

"Bang!"

The next second, the room door collapsed with a roar, turning into debris that flew into the sky.

Immediately after, seven figures flashed inside.

These seven figures were all masked, wrapped in black cloth, with only their eyes exposed.

"Who are you people? Why break into my room?"

Su Hang stood up abruptly, staring at these seven people with vigilance, his heart full of caution.

One of them said in a hoarse voice, "May I ask if you are Young Master Su Hang?"

Although the man’s voice was hoarse, Su (chag) Hang heard clearly that there was no malice in his words, but Su Hang did not understand why these people came to find him?

Could it be for the white-clad youth he injured yesterday?

"I am. May I ask what business you have?"

Since the other party had come to his door, Su Hang simply didn't hide it and stated his identity straightforwardly.

"You really are Young Master Su!"

The hoarse voice carried a hint of joy, "I have come under the orders of my Master to specifically invite Young Master Su to visit Kunlun Mountain!"

"Who is your Master? I have never met your Master; why ask me to climb Kunlun Mountain?" Su Hang asked with a frown, "If I am not mistaken, your Master must be targeting me, right?"

The hoarse voice did not deny it, only remaining silent, which counted as a tacit admission.

Su Hang gave a cold laugh, "If you don't believe in my fortune-telling skills, you don't have to come, but isn't this a bit rash? Could it be that your Master deliberately sent you to test me?"

"My Master indeed admires Young Master Su, but there is absolutely no intention to test you."

The man said, "My Master is He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect. Having heard that Young Master Su’s fortune-telling is miraculous, he specifically sent his subordinates to invite Young Master Su up the mountain. If Young Master Su is willing to climb the mountain, my Master will surely sweep the bed to welcome you!"

"So your Master is that He Taichong!" Su Hang snorted coldly, then his gaze turned cold, "Go back and tell He Taichong, if he wants me to go up the mountain, he can, but I must see him first. If he is truly sincere in inviting me up the mountain, I will consider it!"