Chen Qian said, "Junior Sister's situation is quite good now, nothing unusual can be seen. And you know, today is Junior Sister's birthday. The banquet tonight is ready, and it's great that you could make it."

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback; it was indeed the fifteenth of the first lunar month, which was Lu Huanong's birthday.

Long ago, Lu Huanong had told her to come before the fifteenth of the first month, and now it was clear why—so Ling Zhenfei could celebrate her birthday.

Ling Zhenfei said, "Rest assured, I have a grand gift prepared for Junior Sister."

Chen Qian said, "Junior Sister was just asking about you. I told her you would definitely come today, and she's extremely happy."

Ling Zhenfei said, "I wanted to give her a surprise. Didn't expect you to tell her already."

Chen Qian said, "I didn't want to either, but Junior Sister kept asking, so I had no choice but to tell her."

Ling Zhenfei said, "I heard from Lu Huanong that all of you brothers will come, is that right?"

Chen Qian said, "That's uncertain, to be honest. It's quite saddening to say; our master painstakingly trained us, yet this is where we ended up."

Ling Zhenfei knew what Chen Qian meant. Lu Tao had a total of five disciples. The first disciple, named Zhao Leng, is a master of poison and assassination.

Now an international assassin, he's renowned globally.

The second disciple is Feng Zilong, nicknamed "Mad Dragon." He inherited Lu Tao's true teachings, masters the highest martial arts, but is ruthless, now a famous underground emperor.

Then there's Lu Huanong's sister, Lu Yunshang, whose Qinggong and swordsmanship are unparalleled in the Jianghu, but she rarely appears now.

Next is Chen Qian, who learned Lu Tao's tactics and strategies, apparently of little use.

The youngest is Lu Huanong, who learned divination and astrology. Because of her talent, Lu Huanong could grasp the heavens, foreseeing past and future.

But this talent caused her much trouble. Because she often leaked secrets of the heavens, Lu Huanong suffered divine retribution, and her health worsened.

This is the fate of those in their brotherhood. Without Lu Tao, the disciples had no restraint, becoming who they are now.

Two disciples strayed from the path, Lu Yunshang is missing, Lu Huanong is in poor health, and Chen Qian is the most normal of them all.

Their brothers scarcely meet, except for Lu Huanong's birthday, which is the only opportunity to gather.

However, as Chen Qian says, even on this day, not everyone might reunite. Sometimes Zhao Leng and others merely send gifts.

Sometimes they come back, but they've become different from their former selves.

Ling Zhenfei asked, "Why haven't they come yet?"

Chen Qian replied, "They seldom return. Only once, during three of Junior Sister's birthdays, were they all present."

Lu Huanong was the little sister they all adored, so they pampered her. When Lu Tao disappeared, they searched everywhere for him, but agreed to return annually on Junior Sister's birthday.

But now it seems insufficient. Only Chen Qian returns to make all the arrangements every year.

Chen Qian said, "Not yet, but I think they'll come because this year is different. Junior Sister already told them in advance to definitely come back."

Ling Zhenfei said, "Perhaps they'll show up tonight. Alright then, I'm almost there."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zhenfei's mind was filled with thoughts. It felt a bit strange. He originally thought Lu Huanong insisted on him coming on the fifteenth because all the brothers would gather, but it turns out not everyone makes it every time.

This time, Lu Huanong unusually insisted they all come; something must be happening.

Perhaps Lu Huanong knows her health is failing and she doesn't know when she will see them again, so she wants them to meet one last time.

As he thought it over, Ling Zhenfei suddenly froze, realizing a terrifying thought. Lu Huanong is a divine seer, able to predict past and future.

Could it be that Lu Huanong has already foresaw for herself and knows her birthday might be her final deadline, so she insists they all come?

Upon this realization, a wave of fear surged through Ling Zhenfei's heart. It seemed his timing was just right. Had he delayed even a day, he might have missed it.

Thinking this, Ling Zhenfei instructed the driver to hurry up. But after a short while, another car rushed up from behind, overtaking and cutting in front of their car.

The taxi driver, not one to have a good temper, cursed, "Do you even know how to drive, looking for death or what."

This was said inside the car; the people in the car ahead definitely didn't hear it. The driver accelerated to overtake that car, but the other car also sped up, and they couldn't catch up.

Suddenly, the car in front braked sharply. The taxi driver couldn't stop in time and crashed into it.

Ling Zhenfei hadn't expected such an incident, getting quite shaken from the sudden collision.

Ling Zhenfei was startled, thinking this was too coincidental—how did a car accident just happen?

Being a cultivator, Ling Zhenfei's body is naturally tough, unlike most people. Such a crash posed no issue for him.

But the driver was not okay, the airbag deployed and knocked him unconscious.

Ling Zhenfei thought it was just a simple collision, blaming the driver for overtaking unnecessarily—now they've crashed, and it's on the driver's responsibility.

Unexpectedly, someone from the car ahead came out, approaching Ling Zhenfei aggressively.

Ling Zhenfei realized something was wrong. Even if causing trouble, they should target the driver—what does it have to do with him?

Unexpectedly, when the person reached him, he held a gleaming knife.

Ling Zhenfei was stunned. Just a car crash, why resort to knives? Just as he was about to speak, the person lunged at him with the knife.

Alarmed, Ling Zhenfei quickly dodged to the side, but this person's movements were swift, every stab fierce and unyielding.

"What are you doing? It was just a car accident, what's it got to do with me?"

Ling Zhenfei shouted at the person, but he seemed to not hear, lunging several more stabs at him.

Ling Zhenfei was stunned, as this person's movements were incredibly fast, obviously trained, each move seemingly uncoordinated but ingeniously varied.

A sudden suspicion arose in Ling Zhenfei's heart, and he urgently employed his Northern Spiritual Energy, punching towards the person.

The person felt the formidable power in Ling Zhenfei's punch and quickly dodged, finally separating the two.

Ling Zhenfei observed the person carefully; he looked about thirty years old. His face didn't reveal much ferocity, but the malicious glint in his eyes was terrifying.

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