At these words, Zhao Xuanqi's eyes narrowed slightly.
'Weng Xiaolin is in their hands?'
He immediately realized something was terribly wrong.
The Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall hadn't done anything to offend the Giant Spirit Army. If this was because he had been drawing too much attention, the Martial Arts Association might have tried to suppress him, but they would never go so far as to deploy soldiers for a full-blown raid.
The only other possibility was his senior brother in the army, Zhang Hongyun.
He was the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall's patron in the army. Their fates were intertwined; if one prospered, so did the other, and if one fell, the other would fall with it. If Zhang Hongyun got into trouble in the army, the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall would inevitably be dragged down with him.
His expression instantly darkened as he realized the gravity of the situation.
