Xu Yang!
Hearing that name, Song Wenshan could no longer wait. He stood up and said, "Wenxuan, if your spirit is watching from the heavens, know that today, your big brother will avenge you."
"Don't leave any traces of our family's Martial Techniques. Uncle Shizhao and I will be responsible for killing Xu Yang. The rest of you will deal with the other disciples from the Purple Sun Sect and seize the ore. Make it look authentic."
They weren't interested in the mine's Profound Iron, but if they didn't disguise themselves as mountain bandits, any fool would know they were here for revenge. If Elder Huoyun investigated, they would have no excuse.
"Understood!" Song Shizhao and the others cupped their fists.
"Masks on!"
Song Wenshan reached into his robes, and a piece of black cloth appeared in his hand. Song Shizhao and the others also moved, reaching into their own robes.
