Chapter 242

Before coming, I studied the information about the Weitianxia Society.

Aside from the boss Xiong Ba, whose cultivation is utterly unfathomable, there are no other strong experts.

Then why did the Great Dragon Chief go to such lengths to send all three of us together?

Li Taibai smacked his lips and explained.

Although all three of them present were no match for Xiong Ba in cultivation.

But this time, we're only here to recruit three of his subordinates.

As long as we're a little careful.

How could we easily be exposed?

"You'd better tell the Great Dragon Chief yourself."

Zhang Daoling rolled his eyes and replied irritably.

"I just said it offhand, I'm not complaining at all."

Li Taibai's expression changed slightly.

He quickly laughed it off.

Afraid the two of them would betray him the moment they returned.

Instead, Senior Xiaoyaozi shook his head with a smile, speaking with deep implication.

"The Great Dragon Chief has his reasons for doing this; we simply follow orders."

"Besides, do you really think the Weitianxia Society has only Xiong Ba?"

"If that were true, how could he have grown the Weitianxia Society so large?"

"Don't forget the missions of the Second and Third Dragon Chiefs!"

"And also, that figure who appeared earlier at Qinglong Peak."

"In short, Yunzhou's waters run deep—we must not be careless!"

As soon as he spoke these words.

Whether Li Taibai or Zhang Daoling, their gazes sharpened instantly.

They pondered the words carefully.

Their expressions turned serious.

"So that's how it is—I was shallow indeed."

Recalling the terrifying aura Di Shitian had unleashed back then.

Li Taibai sighed.

He raised his cup and nodded toward him.

Then he changed the subject and asked again.

"If that's the case, how should we proceed?"

"Follow the plan."

"The Great Dragon Chief sent all three of us together for a reason."

Senior Xiaoyaozi smiled faintly.

He replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Li Taibai nodded and said no more.

Meanwhile.

The Chengcheng City Lord's mansion.

Just as Dugu Yifang was leisurely sipping tea.

A solitary, proud figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Who are you?!"

His eyes flashed with unusual light.

Dugu Yifang asked calmly.

A thread of caution rose within him.

"You are the Chengcheng City Lord?"

Watching his wary expression.

Dugu Qiubai asked calmly in return.

"Who are you, sir? What business do you have with me?"

He took a deep breath.

Dugu Yifang regained his composure.

Although he already knew from the man's appearance that his strength was utterly unfathomable.

But after serving as city lord for so many years.

He was certainly no ordinary man.

Otherwise,

He wouldn't have managed to conceal himself so long without being discovered.

Therefore,

His tone regained the bearing of a regional overlord.

"Where is Dugu Jian? Take me to him."

Seeing this,

Dugu Qiubai spoke bluntly, stating his purpose.

His expression was utterly indifferent.

Not a trace of sorrow or joy could be seen.

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"You wish to see my elder brother?"

A flicker of astonishment crossed Dugu Yifang's face.

His gaze then turned somewhat peculiar.

This fellow.

Could it be he's here to challenge my elder brother?

"What, do you have a problem?"

Dugu Qiubai lifted his eyes to look at him.

A flash of sword intent passed through his gaze.

"Of course not."

"I've met many sword masters like you."

"But none, without exception, have escaped defeat at my elder brother's hands."

"If you intend to challenge my elder brother, I advise you to think carefully."

"Otherwise, you may suffer a crushing defeat and shatter your Dao heart."

Dugu Yifang chuckled.

Though it was advice.

Yet every word dripped with certainty.

As if he had already foreseen the outcome.

"You talk too much!"

He shot him a cold, sidelong glance.

Dugu Qiubai let out a soft snort.

Instantly,

the atmosphere in the room grew slightly heavy.

Followed by,

the temperature inside the room plummeted to freezing.

That suffocating, invisible pressure.