Chapter 1271 - 1271 1271 Sun Cult (1)

1271: Chapter 1271: Sun Cult (1) 1271: Chapter 1271: Sun Cult (1) At this time, Gu Qingheng, who was on people’s minds, had already been brought into a very spacious room.

Upon entering, he saw that there were already six people inside, all with their hands and feet bound, fixed onto an iron rack in the shape of a spread eagle and scattered around the room.

When someone came in, all six people simultaneously lifted their eyes and looked over, clearly, everyone was conscious.

Gu Qingheng scanned the crowd and recognized some familiar faces: one was Song San, another was Fa Qingyang who had competed with Yang Ruxin for the Embroidered Ball, and, to Gu Qingheng’s surprise, there was Xie Tai, the master of the Xie Family Villa.

Xie Tai also appeared slightly stunned when he saw Gu Qingheng; the two had met a couple of times many years ago, but it had been several years, so a bit of confusion was normal.

However, Gu Qingheng smiled.

It was normal to see Xie Tai here, as Wanren Villa had many weapons that often needed maintenance or repair, and the Xie Family were masters in that area, so the two families had frequent dealings.

By then, Xie Tai had also recognized Gu Qingheng.

In fact, he had seen him before in Lianhua Town, but at that time Gu Qingheng was in a wheelchair and blind, so Xie Tai didn’t come forward to acknowledge him.

He hadn’t expected that not even nine months later Gu Qingheng would have recovered, and to be meeting under such circumstances.

He too smiled and asked, “Young Master Gu, are you here for the Embroidered Ball too?”

Gu Qingheng shook his head, “I’m already married, why would I compete for the Embroidered Ball?”

“It seems what I heard was true,” Xie Tai nodded slightly.

“How did you get in here?” Song San frowned, “Was it that…” he wanted to ask about Yang Ruxin, but he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to do so here.

“How I got here isn’t important,” Gu Qingheng said, looking at the chains binding his wrists and ankles, “what’s important is how we get out.” He exerted strength but clearly couldn’t break free.

“These chains are made of special materials; without the keys, there’s no breaking free,” Fa Qingyang on the opposite side sighed, “I really didn’t expect Wanren Villa to be in such a sorry state…”

“Those people aren’t from the Wan Family at all,” Gu Qingheng shook his head, “The Wan Family is probably in great danger now.”

“Those people…” Xie Tai sighed as well, “They aren’t from the Central Plains at all but from Dongying…”

“It seems these two young masters are well-informed,” a man with thick eyebrows, deep double eyelids, and a very handsome look suddenly sneered from across the room, “Wanren Villa has always kept a low profile and stayed out of martial arts conflicts, yet it has still brought about a disaster of annihilation…”

“These people are from the Sun Cult…” another man who looked somewhat similar to the first man exclaimed with indignation.

“The Sun Cult?” Song San’s eyes narrowed slightly, “The Sun Cult from Dongying?” No wonder he had found the symbols on those people’s bodies somewhat familiar.

Like the Flame Sect, they also used a flame motif, though there were subtle differences.

If one didn’t look closely, they might think they were the same.

Gu Qingheng’s brows furrowed lightly as he looked at the two opposite him, “May I know who you are…”

“I am Wan Quan, and this is my cousin, Wan Yi,” the man with the double eyelids smiled bitterly, “Wan Song is my father…”

“So you are the seventh young master and the eighth young master of the Wan Family,” Gu Qingheng nodded slightly.