"Zhao Douan!" Zhuang Xiaocheng's eyelids twitched violently as he uttered the name that had haunted him for the past half year.
"Zhuang Xiaocheng!" Zhao Douan, after nearly a year, once again laid eyes on the former Grand Tutor, mentor to the Second Prince Jian Wen, and leader of the Kuangfu Society.
He was also the true culprit behind the owner's murder.
"Zhao Douan? He's Zhao Douan!?"
"How could he be here? Shouldn't he be at the Feng City execution ground? Did the assassination fail?"
In the pavilion, the young men and women were shocked, quickly reacting: "Protect the Grand Tutor!"
However, Ji Yue in midair had already wielded the long whip, fiercely lashing it over, aiming to coil Zhuang Xiaocheng over.
"Bang!"
The whip struck the air at the edge of the pavilion, producing a metallic clashing sound.
Everyone was taken aback, only then realizing that, at some point, a faint array shield had appeared around the pavilion.
