Lu Chengfeng rode alone, leisurely heading towards the banks of the Three Rivers. The Profound Sun Divine Sword hung at his waist, and he carried an iron spear in his hand. There was no killing intent about him, as if he was merely taking a spring outing.
Before long, he reached the banks of the Three Rivers. Scouts surrounded him along the way, exchanging shifts and passing messages, all of which Lu Chengfeng ignored.
He had no blood feud with the Li Family, and had never met Li Xiaotian before.
Alas, paths that differ cannot be pursued together.
To him, Yuchuan County was something he must obtain.
Wearing Zhao Tianyou's face was merely a ruse to distract from the blood feud with the Zhao Family.
His fundamental purpose lay in a struggle for interests.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain. If Li Xiaotian was not removed, how could he establish a foothold in Yuchuan County?
