Yan Wuji tapped his fingers twice on the stone armrest, producing a dull THUMP-THUMP.
"The Iron Fist Sect."
He spoke the name with a flatness in his tone, as if referring to a minor power he could crush at will.
But the Iron Fist Sect was no minor power. Before the Grandmaster's banquet, it had been a major force capable of standing on equal footing with the Tiejiang Gang.
Qi Zhen was momentarily taken aback before nodding.
"The Iron Fist Sect is adjacent to my Tiejiang Gang. They are indeed the most suitable target."
Yan Wuji gave a slight nod, saying nothing more.
Qi Zhen bowed deeply, then turned and left the secret chamber.
The heavy stone door slowly closed behind him, sealing the candlelight and the aged figure within the secret chamber.
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A little over a day later, the imposing mountain gate of the Qingxuan Sect appeared on the horizon, shrouded in twilight.
The White Tiger slowed its pace and proceeded up the greenstone steps.
