“Have House Xiahou and the imperial family not made their move yet?” Jiang Chen didn’t think that likely. The men from the Cloudwave Sect had said they were going to act in a few days.

A couple of months had passed since then. If there was an uprising, news should have gotten out. He would’ve heard something.

Befuddled, he visited several other bustling locations on the island and lingered to gather intel, but still didn’t hear anything about an uprising.

His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by approaching footsteps. A man called out in a bright voice, “Excuse me, brother.”

Jiang Chen turned and saw a young man with gentle features approaching, hands cupped and lips curved. He had a feminine air to him.

“Do I know you?” Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

The man looked harmless, but Jiang Chen’s instincts told him to stay alert. There was something wrong with this overly effeminate...