The suddenly arriving young man's expression was calm, his voice not loud, yet every word carried weight. On the surface, he was inviting, but his tone brooked no refusal.
He wore black clothes, his figure tall and slim, yet lacking any sense of frailty. He seemed incredibly solid, as if forged from hundred-refined steel, with terrifying blood force and Heavenly Light seemingly coursing through him.
Qin Ming felt repelled by such assertiveness. Why should someone follow just because of a single sentence? Why follow him to visit his master?
"Do we know each other? I don't recognize you!" Qin Ming responded.
In the night, Fire Spring roared like molten lava, golden vines shattered the rosy glow, green bamboo reflected against the white snow, and the frozen lake surface revealed the desolate silence of all things.
The lean man in black spoke, "My name is Sun Chengjun. You should know where I come from, because the Divine Skill we've practiced is already resonating with each other."
