Voluntarily Walking into a Trap

Qin Wentian’s silhouette flashed through Ginkou with great speed. Not long later, he arrived at the city gates of Ginkou.

When he arrived, he only saw several experts of the Chen Clan gathered here, while a cold corpse had been suspended on top of the city gates. The poor corpse was exposed to the blistering heat of the merciless sun.

There was an ancient path leading towards the corpse. Currently, there was no one there; it was as though the Chen Clan was expecting someone to turn up, voluntarily walking into their trap.

Qin Wentian stared at the corpse suspended on the city gates as a terrifying fire burned in his hearts.

The Chen Clan was too cold blooded.

Even if there was a life-and-death grudge between them, there was no need for such an act of humiliation. Killing of cultivators happened daily in Grand Xia but death would usually wiped the slate clean. The actions of the Chen Clan truly incited dissent as well as anger of the others.