"Hahahahaha!"
Wen Qingye burst into laughter. His hair whipped about wildly as he stood ramrod straight and proud, head held high. An untamed, boundless aura radiated from him, sending a chill through the onlookers.
"What are you laughing at?" Wang Hai demanded, his anger flaring.
"You shouldn't have come up here," Wen Qingye said slowly, his smile vanishing.
Puzzled, Wang Hai asked, "Why?"
"It is late autumn now," Wen Qingye said, gently stroking his sword. His gaze was placid and detached.
"A pity no one will be here for your funeral!"
BOOM!
The surrounding crowd couldn't suppress their gasps, and a murmur of discussion rose and fell.
'This Wen Qingye actually plans to kill a disciple of the Taiyi Pavilion.'
'The Taiyi Pavilion is an immense Sect that has dominated the Eastern Profound Domain for millennia.'
Killing intent flashed in Wang Hai's eyes as he snarled, "A funeral? You want to kill me? A mere ant like you?"
