Ling Tianyu heard what Lüzhou had said, his expression unchanged. His brother was his brother, just like Nan Feng and the others, at any time, he could turn his back to them without fearing a stabbing.
Everyone looked at the silent Ling Tianyu, knowing what he was thinking, and said nothing.
In his right hand, between two fingers, Ling Tianyu still held an unfinished cigarette, his eyes full of contemplation.
"Alliance? Eleven sects?" Ling Tianyu murmured to himself. Since hearing about the alliance, he had felt only a flicker of surprise. The Jade Tomb Sect was actually joining hands with the Sun and Feng Families, despite past feuds. He was not scared, just burdened with a heavy heart.