Yang Jijian raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise. He had never heard of this name before.
"Haha, you will know this later."
Wang Zhiyong glanced at Yang Ji, smiled, and didn't explain much:
"As for Tantai Fang, she is a disciple of another sect. She and I... she and I... had some conflicts for some reason. This was not a big deal at first, and I didn't take it to heart.
, I just thought it was a misunderstanding, and she understood it as time went by. I didn’t expect that she would actually send someone to kill someone!"
A flash of anger flashed across Wang Zhiyong's eyes, and the clay figurine was also a little angry. Although she had never taken this matter to her heart before, if it happened, it could not be treated as if it had never happened.
Yang Ji remained silent. Wang Zhiyong spoke very sternly, and he couldn't tell how she had a grudge with that Tantai Fang. However, this matter involved personal grudges and it was hard for Yang Ji to ask more questions.
There was just one thing that Yang Ji still felt confused about:
"Senior sister, how can you be sure that this assassin was sent by her? Maybe it was someone else."
"Oh, if you knew her, you wouldn't think so. Tantai Fang has a very bad reputation in the sect circles. There have always been rumors in the sect circles that she has a close relationship with a mysterious assassin. Everyone who had a grudge against her ended up in trouble afterwards.
It was extremely tragic that he was killed by a mysterious assassin. I used to think it was a rumor, but now it seems that this is not the case at all."
Wang Zhiyong had a look of resentment on her face. She had always had very few grudges in the sectarian world, but there was no one else but Tantai Fang who could forge such a huge grudge to hire assassins to kill her.
Before today, she might have thought that the rumors in the world were false. But after being killed by assassins, Wang Zhiyong would certainly not be so naive.
Yang Ji frowned and was silent. He didn't know anything about Wang Zhiyong's personal affairs, and he couldn't comment. But one thing was without a doubt. Being followed and followed by such a mysterious and powerful Wuzong-level assassin was...
It will never be uncomfortable. From now on, the two of them must be more vigilant and careful every step.
"Haha, let's not talk about this matter. Yang Ji, I have to ask you something. What is your ability to summon white light? It's so strange. I am well-informed in the Zhengyi Sect.
Never heard of this ability?"
Wang Zhiyong looked at Yang Ji curiously.
Yang Ji's white light ability was indispensable for his ability to escape from death this time. It not only detoxified the blood-breaking poisonous needle, healed his injuries instantly, but also restored his vitality.
This kind of ability is simply unheard of, even rarer than the evil spirit of a black-clothed assassin.
"Haha, this is actually a secret skill of Confucianism, called the Little Holy Word Technique. I also got it accidentally."
Yang Ji admitted frankly.
"oh."
Wang Zhiyong blinked, a little surprised. But she didn't ask any more questions. Knowing that Yang Ji had amazing talent and belonged to those who could break the rules, Wang Zhiyong didn't feel too surprised.
"Let's go. You can't stay in one place for too long in the underworld. We just killed a lot of underworld creatures, and their smell will soon attract other creatures."
As Wang Zhiyong spoke, she reached out to pick up the Hades Wind Lantern on the ground, but the moment her eyes came into contact with the Hades Wind Lantern, Wang Zhiyong's face suddenly changed:
"No, I was plotted by him!"
On the ground, the Hades lantern was in pieces. It had been broken for a long time and could no longer be broken. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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Chapter completed!