On either side of the official road, sparse trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their shadows dancing like a flowing scroll painting. A lone rider on a fine horse galloped down the road, kicking up a cloud of dust with every hoofbeat.
The rider was dressed in tight-fitting black clothes, his bamboo hat fluttering in the wind, vaguely revealing a cold, stern face. He gripped the reins with one hand, a fire of rage burning in his heart.
This man was none other than the disciple of the Seven Extremes Elder, Soul-breaking Saber Li Pingjiang!
"Chen Ping'an, you rat!"
Beyond his anger, Li Pingjiang also felt an immense sense of frustration.
Killing a junior who had yet to even step into the Profound Light Realm should have been a simple matter. He never imagined that after several months, he still hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of Chen Ping'an!
