The man in gray robes stared fixedly at the black-robed youth sitting cross-legged, his eyes so thick with venom and fury they could not be dissolved.
"Qin Feng!"
"Excellent. It seems fate has brought us enemies together!"
The gray-robed man let out a harsh laugh. A cruel, blade-like killing intent appeared in the depths of his eyes. With a flick of his gray sleeve, an exceptionally sinister and bizarre blade appeared in his hand, and he started walking toward the black-robed youth.
"Wait, little one! Don't act yet!"
His steps halted. A trace of resentment showed in Qian Kai's eyes as he roared in a low, deep voice, "Venerable Elder, why?"
Qian Kai was very respectful of this voice. Without its help, he would not have had such a smooth-sailing journey, encountering many fortuitous opportunities and achieving his current level of Cultivation.
