The moment the words escaped him, a subtle change came over the man's eyes—like a gambler pushing in his last stack of spirit stones. Whatever fear he had just shown was buried under a veneer of bitter resolve.
A faint glimmer passed through Xiao Ning's eyes. He didn't respond immediately.
The man's body was still paralyzed, spiritual power locked, yet his tongue remained loose. Perhaps that, too, was part of Xiao Ning's design.
"Hmph! You Azure Phoenix bastards…" the old man spat through his clenched teeth. "Was it not enough that you chased me across three realms, nearly shattering my cultivation? And now you even dare to follow me here?"
His chest heaved, as if the weight of his past grievances had finally become too much to contain.
""All for what? For a glance! A single glance! I merely looked at her pathing once—by accident! Is that worth killing a man for?! Truly ruthless… unreasonable!"
A faint glint flashed in Xiao Ning's eyes.
'So that's how it is…'
