Upon seeing this, Qin Jiang simply offered an indifferent smile.
To outsiders, these black-garbed assassins might seem formidable, but they weren't enough to make him wary.
Feng Lin also immediately took action to protect Ling Qingxue.
The stone chamber was vast.
It was at least two to three thousand square meters.
At this moment, encircling Qin Jiang and his companions were as many as thirty or forty black-garbed assassins.
Their long swords trembled slightly in their hands.
Their killing intent soared to the skies.
The man seated in the high seat lifted his indifferent gaze.
"I didn't expect that, despite our efforts to clean up the scene so thoroughly, you could still find this place," he said.
"Miss Ling, indeed worthy of being the pride of the third generation of the Ling Family, Zhonghai's most prominent clan."
No wonder Ling Qingxue was targeted.
How could such a brilliant and exceptional woman not be envied by her own kin?