Meanwhile in Zhao Geng Nian's Residence.
Another messenger was down on his knees in front of Zhao Geng Nian.
Zhao Geng Nian, seated in his chair, stroked his beard and waved at the messenger.
"You may leave now." He said and the messenger bowed at him before leaving the main hall of the residence.
Zhao Geng Nian opened the envelope and read the letter inside it.
He snorted coldly as he read the content.
"Seems like there is someone in the imperial court that has some courage left in him.
"This Duke of Mu is trying his luck…" He said in a cold tone and the letter in his hand burst out in flames, turning into ashes within a few moments.
"Xiao Feng…" Zhao Geng Nian turned to his side and called out to his direct disciple but he stopped when he realized that Xiao Feng was no longer there.
He inhaled slowly to calm himself down.
After so long, the anger for the death of Xiao Feng was still lingering in his heart.
