"Junior Brother Qi, what's wrong?"
"Junior Brother, do you need our help?"
The fellow disciples who had just dined together all rushed down from the second floor of Zhihai Tower, concerned about the young man surnamed Qi.
"I saw the enemy who slaughtered my entire family!" The young man surnamed Qi said with hatred, biting his lip until it bled.
"Where is he? Let's go capture him together!" someone patted his chest, full of heroic spirit.
"I appreciate the good intentions of all my senior brothers, but this person I must kill with my own hands, absolutely not by someone else's!" The young man surnamed Qi said resolutely.
The hatred in his eyes was so immense that even the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Oceans could not wash it away.
Several dozen yards away from him, in a certain alley, Lou Yi stood quietly, wearing a straw hat.
