CLANG! CLANG! Li Huowang swung the Spinal Bone Sword in his hand, knocking away three nails shooting toward his face.
If it was just a guess before, this confirmed his suspicion: the person before him was from the Ao Jing Sect.
"Don't you all abstain from worldly affairs, seeking only the ultimate pain? Why are you getting involved in something so troublesome?"
Hearing Li Huowang's question, the man let out a low laugh. He knelt, clasping a cross-shaped Ao Shen clay figurine to his chest.
"Fellow brother, why ask me? Why not ask yourself? Why are you wading into these muddy waters? It has always been easy to fall into someone's debt, but far harder to repay it."
BOOM! A wave of heat blew Li Huowang's cloak back, and the reflection of a burning figure emerged in his eyes.
His expression turned ugly. This man wasn't just from the Ao Jing Sect; he was most likely one of their masters.
