Squeak—
The door was pushed open by Wen Ping.
As the flying sword returned to his hand, Wen Ping glanced at the fat man lying in a pool of blood by the door.
Wearing luxurious clothes, with a few big gemstone rings on his fingers, he exuded a slick and greasy feeling, looking very much like a businessman.
Of course, if he were really a businessman, why would Wen Ping kill him?
After closing the door again, Wen Ping quietly returned to his room.
Back in the room, Wen Ping wiped the blood from the blade while smiling and saying, "The Xia Family really has some nerve. Even the Hundred Sects Alliance wouldn't dare send spies to live here, yet they sent a spy to live on the same floor as me."
Knock knock knock!
The sound of knocking resumed outside.
"Who?"
"Sect Leader, it's me."
It was Chen Xie's voice.
Wen Ping raised his hand, a strand of vein qi flew over to open the door, but he didn't ask Chen Xie what he was there for or what the matter was.
