Jiang Chunyang, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes like those of a beast, appeared as if he had just walked out of an asylum. No one knew the extent of torment this powerful Ascender from four hundred years ago had endured.
"How dare you come before me?"
Perhaps his sanity had already crumbled, for an eerie and crazed smile appeared on his aged face as he rasped, "Have you finally decided to kill me? Perfect, I was eager to see how strong you've become. You must ascend to the Ninth Rank immediately, but have you reached that point?"
Jing Ci calmly walked to the pond in the courtyard, crouched down, and washed his bloodstained hands in the clear spring water. The shocking crimson spread through the water as the koi fish wavered and trembled.
