"Is it you?"
Looking at the Hidden Sword Hermit sitting on the rocking chair, raising his wine to the sky in tribute to Ji Shuhua.
The Inquisitive Scholar could no longer restrain himself:
"You're really audacious. If I don't kill you today, I, the Inquisitive Scholar, swear I am not fit to be human!"
As the words fell, with a tip of his toes, he flew forth in a lunge.
In his adventures across Jianghu, he had seldom experienced such peril.
This small stretch of Qingmu Forest, a narrow path within a mountain crevice, truly made his heart race.
Almost everyone he brought had perished, and he himself had barely escaped death.
First, he was nearly killed by the sudden Cu Xin arrow, and then he was almost pierced through by the Impermanence Rain Needle.
