Ill Intent

Zhu Long had a small idea of who could have been the mysterious man who was talking to him via, soul communication, The main guard behind Wang Zhi, but he couldn't confirm it as he couldn't use soul communication himself. All he could do was wait for the man to reveal himself.

The night continued, the dining room was lively, people were drinking, eating and talking about different topics, but Zhu Long couldn't help but feel the tension in the air, something was brewing, he had an idea on what it was, 'I can feel the aggressive intents from the Fire Envoy, as well as the saber sect, Fire Envoy's intent, was more detectable but the sword sect envoy didn't have as much aggression, but they did have more aggressive intents as they looked towards the Sword Sect envoy.

'An enemy of my enemy is my friend, The fire sect is on an alliance together by that thought process.' Zhu Long thought as he glanced at the envoys every now and then.