“Who did it?!” Lu Yun could barely contain his anger.

Mo Yi shook her head. “A number of my servants were killed, but they kidnapped your maid instead of killing her. It’s obvious that you’re the target.”

It was six days until the Dusk River Sacrament, and various factions within Dusk Province had been flooding into the city to prepare for the event. This year, there was to be a new governor appointed. There were a myriad of conflicting interests at play, attracting a good many parties that all shared the same target—Lu Yun.

“Could it be Lu Yuanhou?” His expression darkened. That would be very much less than ideal, if true. He’d given the young man a good beating with the Enneawyrm Provenance Formation and killed four of Lu Yuanhou’s followers, turning them into Infernum. The Lu scion must bear a bone-deep hatred for him.

“Lu Yuanhou?” Mo Yi frowned. “From the Lu Clan in Nephrite...