“Chu Xuanji? I’ve rarely seen you look this pathetic. Hahaha!”
Chu Xuanji jerked his head up. A figure stood atop a boulder ahead, black robes fluttering in the wind and a sinister expression on his face. It was Jiang Long!
“So this is where you’ve been hiding... You really are useless. So what if you came first on the Heavenly Ladder? Your foundation is too weak. Just as I thought, you can barely take a step in this Taikong Mountain. You’re like a stray dog,” Jiang Long sneered, lightly stroking the long saber at his waist.
Chu Xuanji’s pupils contracted. His murderous aura erupted. Tang San’s death remained vivid in his mind, and old and new grievances intertwined as golden strands appeared across his palms.
