"Zheng Ming, this is a conspiracy," said the Divine Qingluo in a soft voice. "With so many people rushing to Wanxiang Mountain from all directions, why do you think they came so quickly?"
"Moreover, as the Sect Master of Wanxiang Gate, you didn't receive any news before their arrival, did you?"
Zheng Ming nodded. Even for a Third-tier Martial Artist, it would take a day to travel from the mountain gate of Wanxiang Mountain to where he lived on Changtian Peak, let alone the old and weak, women and children.
Once they were close to Wanxiang Mountain, the disciples guarding it would definitely notice. Yet until now, not a single person had informed him about this matter—clearly, their purpose was not to surprise him.
If it were a surprise, it was far too overwhelming.
This matter involved many people, and their strength was formidable; otherwise, he would have surely noticed something.