The long-robed man peering through the window lattice turned and said, “I just received word that Su Yi will begin his journey to the Jade Capital on the fourth day of the fourth lunar month.”

He thought, then continued, “If my predictions are accurate, he’s sure to encounter numerous assassination attempts along the way.”

The lady swordsman and silver-haired elder’s eyes narrowed.

The woman asked, “Senior Apprentice Brother Lu, is that information reliable?”

“It came straight from the Jade Capital’s Su Family, and it’s no secret.” The long-robed man’s temples were graying slightly, and his expression was as grave and stern as a rock. “There’s no need to even question it: throughout the Great Zhou, there are numerous others who, just like us, have set their sights on Su Yi’s secrets.”

This was Lu Dongliu, the grand elder of the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect’s Text Transmission Pavilion. He was a mighty expert who’d been a Xiantian Martial Ancestor a full twenty years already.

Strictly speaking, he already qualified as a true cultivator; his strength far surpassed mundane cultivators of the same level.

The swordswoman exclaimed, “The Su Family publicized that information? Don’t tell...