Chen Xingzhou gazed up at the sky, as if it were being scorched, his eyes cold and piercing.
Tonight, Red Flame Peak erupted.
After tonight, the target would discover the secret that the Chen race desperately wanted to conceal, and from then on, the clan and the target would be utterly antagonistic, with no room for reconciliation.
At this moment, he wondered if attacking the target before he settled at Red Flame Peak, bypassing his elder cousin, would have led to a different outcome.
After pondering for a while, he shook his head to dispel this fanciful notion.
Before the target moved to Red Flame Peak, he had been cooped up at Ningcui Cliff, which was the heartland of the Golden Spirit Sect.
The cultivator tasked with the assassination would need to embrace a fearless spirit of sacrifice, and outsiders knowing they'd face certain death would be unwilling to take such action unless it involved their own sect's cultivators.
