"?"
Before he could react, more and more green vines broke through the soil, instantly wrapping around his hands and feet, even tightly covering his mouth.
"How dare you, you rat."
Lu Xiaowei's eyes were bloodshot, and three short, black-glowing nails flew out from his sleeve, hovering in mid-air as he vigilantly surveyed his surroundings.
"Sheng Nian."
A figure appeared on the waterfall cliff, and a voice drifted down into the valley.
"Why are you looking for him?"
"Song Yesheng."
Lu Xiaowei gritted his teeth, enunciating each word.
"In the dead of night, ambushing my three Senior Brothers—is this how a renowned orthodox sect acts?"
Song Yan sneered, "Who told you my Cave Abyss Sect is a renowned orthodox sect?"
"I should be asking you... why are you still here now?"
"..."
Lu Xiaowei's gaze froze, and he remained silent.
