Ling Xiao said, "I'm asking you, why did you prey on those women and Martial Artists?" Gao Tianchen was still kowtowing and begging for mercy, his forehead already bruised and bloodied, yet he didn't dare to stop. Muddy tears mixed with blood streaked across his face as he cried, "Senior, please be discerning! Back in the day, I, Gao Tianchen, was quite well-known in the Jinling City martial arts circles. Although I wasn't from any major sect, my 'Flowing Cloud Palm technique' was once—"
"Get to the point." A sliver of golden Qi condensed at Ling Xiao's fingertips, hovering three inches in front of Gao Tianchen's eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Shuddering all over, Gao Tianchen hastily wiped the blood from his face. "On the Mid-Autumn Festival twenty years ago, the chief steward of the Li Family came to my door in person, saying they had a secret errand that required five Martial Artists at or above the Martial Master realm..." A wave of desolate grief washed over Gao Tianchen as he gradually recalled the past of twenty years ago.
Chapter 53