Baziba had never met Xu Qing.
When their gazes collided across the void in an instant, the heart of this Tibetan Secret leader clenched tightly, as if gripped by an invisible hand—that feeling was indescribable, like the karmic thread of past and present suddenly tauten, and the bell of a destined confrontation resound unfalteringly, everything becoming clear.
Since Meng Chixing suffered a setback in the spiritual duel with Xu Qing and retreated to Qingzang for hard cultivation, Baziba knew this fated battle was bound to come sooner or later.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the world is vast and boundless, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, city-states, spending a lifetime hard to traverse; but for those standing atop the pinnacle of life levels, this heaven and earth are woven into a narrow spider web by invisible threads.
