"Brother Liao!"
Entering the room, now Chu Ming's strength had surpassed Liao Wu, naturally he would not call him senior brother. Sitting down on either side of the table, Chu Ming was puzzled, not knowing why Liao Wu had sought him out.
"Brother Chu, you should have encountered an assassination attempt when you came, right?" Liao Wu said slowly, his voice sounding somewhat weak.
"Yes, did Brother Liao also encounter it?" Chu Ming nodded, without any concealment and instead questioned in return.
"Indeed, this wave of assassinations seems to be sweeping across the Great Yan Kingdom. In different places, I have heard news of many sect disciples meeting their demise."
Liao Wu said gravely, taking out a blood-red token from his bosom. Chu Ming picked it up and saw that it was identical to those he had found on several black-clad men.
