Li Muchan said he was all ears, and Deng Jiuru sighed: "That's all. If it were anyone else, I would never expose my family scandal. Brother Li, you are not an outsider, so I will just talk about it."

Li Muchan nodded quickly: "That's right."

Deng Jiuru said: "This is the grudge of the seniors. We, the juniors, can only listen but not discuss."

"Understood." Li Muchan smiled.

Deng Jiuru looked at him and said: "The founder of our sect was originally a disciple of the Dajiang Sect. By chance, he entered the Mingjing Sect and finally founded our sect."

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. From these two sentences, we can deduce endless inside stories. Why did the disciples of the Dajiang Sect want to join the Mingjing Sect? Is it possible that they are like him?

If this is the case, the Xijiang Gang and the Qinghe Sword Sect will not be at odds with each other.

Deng Jiuru said: "After the collapse of the Dajiang Sect, some martial arts were lost. The Xijiang Gang wants to get the inner skills from us. It's really a daydream!"

Li Muchan nodded slowly, somewhat understanding.

Deng Jiuru snorted: "I didn't expect that the Dajiang Sect was really not destroyed, and the current sect leader actually wanted to kill me. It's really ridiculous!"

Li Muchan said: "Maybe he killed too many Xijiang Gang masters."

Deng Jiuru sneered and said: "Is it possible that I handed over our secret book with both hands? ... So what about Dajiang Sect!"
Chapter completed!