As Qin Fan's words fell, Zhou Shaofeng—renowned as the next Heavenly Master of Xiangjiang for his remarkable, innate talent—widened his eyes in shock. He had no time to care for the burning, lacerated wound on his face. The moment he staggered to his feet, filled with resentment, he froze completely.
The laughing face before him was far too familiar; there was no mistaking it.
Master! How can it be Master? Didn't he go into seclusion? How could it possibly be him? No, no, no! I must have seen it wrong.
In that chaotic instant, Zhou Shaofeng violently shook his head, refusing to accept this reality. Thinking back to the purple-black Qi Dragon, he was no fool.
If this really is my master, then this was all a setup! A setup that even I was kept in the dark about. A setup that destroyed the souls of dozens of Xiangjiang's Abnormal Masters!
