The cicada casting off its skin

Just after Han Rong left, another man in black went inside and handed in the incoming missive. When the man inside read the message, he snorted coldly.

"Feng Xiao has suppressed this matter? What a surprise!"

As soon as he crumpled the paper in his hand, it turned into ashes and disappeared from the palm of his hand. "In that case, let's give them a hand! Cut weeds and eliminate the roots. I'd like to see if Feng Jiu really is the Phoenix Star!"

However, things didn't always go as planned. A month later, the people here received another piece of news.

"Master, just one night a month ago, a force launched an attack on the Phoenix Empire and annihilated them overnight. Even the whole palace was reduced to ashes and no one survived."

"All of the Feng clan are dead?" The Lord was surprised. "It's not ours, so whose action was that?"