The Ghost Scholar had never imagined something like this would happen before he made his move.
He and Qing Yangzi were similarly renowned, but in terms of Martial Arts, the renegade from Taixu Dao was a cut above.
After all, Qing Yangzi hailed from a proper, prestigious sect and had been cultivating since childhood.
He, on the other hand, was a self-taught practitioner who had started halfway through life. There was truly no comparison.
This was especially true of that bastard Qing Yangzi, whose claims of getting closer to the Celestial Dao by slaughtering innocents had indeed allowed his Martial Arts to advance by leaps and bounds.
Not long after the Ghost Scholar had sided with the Black Death Sect, he had crossed paths with Qing Yangzi, but he had always come out on the losing end.
Over time, he had come to accept his inferiority.
