Chapter 3237 — What a Coincidence

Of course, even if the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder had not wasted his breath just now, he certainly would not be able to escape now either. Wei Zhao's words were merely meant to disturb his mind, to keep the Grand Elder from making a clean escape.

In truth, though Wei Zhao was mocking him, his eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the Heaven-and-Earth Net. The moment it showed the slightest loosening, he would break free at the first instant!

Just then, Yu Xiaoke and Xiaoken had also heard the commotion and come to the doorway of the room. But seeing the bizarre scene within, neither dared to act rashly and step inside. As for the old director, she too was at a loss for words, staring somewhat dumbstruck at everything unfolding before her eyes!

"Old Director, take Xiaohan, Yiyi, and Xiaoke and the others out of here first—go somewhere else and rest," Wei Zhao said to the old director. He could not guarantee that the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder would fail to break free of the Heaven-and-Earth Net before the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's people arrived. If he did break free, that would be a real mess. One must always keep something in reserve.

Besides, when the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's people came to join forces and kill the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder, the process would surely be exceedingly bloody. After all, if one strike did not kill him, it would take many more—and that would be somewhat cruel.

"All right, I understand." The old director nodded. She knew that if she and the others stayed here, they would only be making trouble for Wei Zhao. If complications arose, he would have to look after them as well, and it would be all too easy for him to be distracted. So, coming back to her senses, the old director led Xu Shilan, Cheng Yiyi, Yu Xiaoke, and the others out of the room.

Though Xu Shilan and Cheng Yiyi both had a great many questions they wanted to ask Wei Zhao, they knew this was not the time. They resolved to wait until later.

Once the old director and the others had left, Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He watched the backs of those departing figures until they vanished, then turned his head to the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder. "Hey, you're about to die—say something honest. I don't believe that before you set out, the Black Horse Society didn't tell you who commissioned this mission."

"Hmph!" The Black Horse Society's Grand Elder clearly did not think much of Wei Zhao and gave a cold snort. He said no more.

"Heh." Wei Zhao knitted his brows slightly and gave a faint laugh, knowing nothing more could be gotten out of him. For an expert of the Grand Elder's caliber, extracting any secret from his mouth was a thousand times difficult. If he did not wish to speak, no amount of questioning would avail.

Time crept by, second by second. Even though Wei Zhao was burning with impatience, he did not let it show. It was the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder who was truly frantic! He had struggled for more than twenty minutes, yet the Heaven-and-Earth Net still bound him tightly, without the slightest loosening. It left him somewhat disheartened!

If the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's people really were nearby, then half an hour was already enough time for experts of peak late-stage Heaven-tier strength and those at the great perfection of peak late-stage Heaven-tier strength.

Sure enough, hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and in the next moment, the Blood-Robed Ancestor, the Yellow Springs Ancestor, and the Sinister Ancestor appeared at the door.!

The Black Horse Society's Grand Elder struggled twice, saw the three at the doorway, and struggled no more. Somewhat dejectedly, he stopped moving his hands. For he knew that no matter how he struggled, it was useless!

The three before him, joining forces, could slay him. Even with his true qi protecting his body, if these three attacked him in turn, time and again, he was certain to die! He was a man who acted only after planning, and now that he knew the outcome, he would not make futile struggles.

"Who sent you to kill me? Our Black Horse Society and your Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect are of much the same nature. We have always kept to our own sides of the river. You knew my identity, yet you still came to kill me—do you mean to make an enemy of us?" The Black Horse Society's Grand Elder abandoned his struggling and switched to an appeal to reason and sentiment.

"Does your Black Horse Society have a policy of disclosing the identity of your employers?" The Sinister Ancestor looked calmly at the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder and said, "How about this—you first tell me who sent you?"

On the surface, the Sinister Ancestor's words were a mocking retort, but in truth, he was helping Wei Zhao get to the bottom of things. He did not know whether Wei Zhao knew the mastermind behind it all, but asking could do no harm.

"This... if I tell you, will you tell me?" The Black Horse Society's Grand Elder was slightly taken aback, then asked with a note of banter.

"Sure. You tell me, and I'll tell you," the Sinister Ancestor said indifferently.

"Fine! I was sent by Feng Tianhu of the ancient Feng family. Now you should speak, shouldn't you?" To learn the truth, the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder no longer intended to keep it secret. He did not want to die without knowing why. At the very least, before he died, he should know how he came to die, shouldn't he?

"Feng Tianhu of the ancient Feng family? Never heard of him." The Sinister Ancestor shook his head, seemingly paying it no mind at all, then said, "Actually, it wouldn't be impossible to let you die with your eyes open, but I fear you won't be able to bear it if I tell you. The truth is, the one who hired us to kill you was someone from the Black Horse Society itself..."

"What!" The Black Horse Society's Grand Elder's gaze froze, a flicker of disbelief flashing in his eyes, but in the next instant it turned sharp. "It was the chairman who hired you?"

The "chairman" in the Grand Elder's mouth was naturally the Black Horse Society's Chief Helmsman! The Grand Boss had recently advanced to the great perfection of peak late-stage Heaven-tier strength, which meant his authority was no longer constrained by the Council of Grand Elders. He had become the true leader of the Black Horse Society!

But the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder had previously shown him some defiance and a lack of the deference due him, while the other Grand Elders had all adjusted their mindsets well... Perhaps this was the reason he wanted to be rid of him?

In truth, this was no real conflict at all. Even if the Black Horse Society's chairman had lost his mind, it was impossible that he would spend a fortune to kill a fierce general of his own society. An expert at the great perfection of peak late-stage Heaven-tier strength was not to be found just anywhere—each one lost was one fewer, and could such a one be killed at will?

Yet at this moment, the Black Horse Society's Grand Elder believed it all the same, because he did not doubt the Sinister Ancestor's words. After all, the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect, like their Black Horse Society, was an organization that took men's money to spare them disaster. To say that the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect had come to kill him for no reason at all was utterly impossible—unless they were so idle their balls ached.

So the moment the Sinister Ancestor spoke, he let his rich imagination run and pinned his death squarely on the chairman.

Nor could he be blamed for imagining it. Every sect had its internal strife and was hardly a monolithic block—and, of all things, the circumstances had to be so coincidental!