"Kill your mother's head!"
The soft drizzle seemed to pause in hesitation for a moment. Amid the crowd's astonished silence, a figure strode through the curtain of rain.
He carried a sword slung on his back and a saber at his side, their sheaths slick with raindrops.
One step into a puddle, water splashed outward, ripples spreading in concentric circles that lingered endlessly.
Huang Jing's eyes burned with murder, his fury teetering on explosive.
He recognized this man.
This was the man who had once stormed Yuanfeng Building, rescuing Miss Chen, wounding his allies in Jianghu. Later, this man stood beside Xique Pavilion's master as his battle companion. And now, here he was again, standing before Huang Jing, spouting words of defiance.
If not for this man, everything would have gone so much smoother!
