Wen Qingye looked ahead. Through a faint glimmer of light, he could make out a faint purple trace and the edge of a Pill Furnace. He couldn't help but take a few more steps forward.
SWOOSH!
Suddenly, Wen Qingye felt a cold wind assail him from behind.
CLANG! CLANG!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks. Startled, Xiaxia quickly scrambled behind Wen Qingye.
"Kid, you're quicker than you look," the Shopkeeper said, a cold sneer forming on his face as he looked at Wen Qingye.
He hadn't expected Wen Qingye to be so sharp. The moment he struck with the Iron Claw in his hand, Wen Qingye had blocked it with his sword. Still, he wasn't flustered. After all, Wen Qingye's cultivation was only at the Refining Essence First Layer Heaven.
Xiaxia's expression changed. She looked at the Shopkeeper and said, "What do you think you're doing? How dare you try to kill someone in broad daylight?"
