"How could it be? My admiration for the Hundred Insects Old Immortal is as endless as this Starfall River."
Hu Li said very earnestly.
"Oh."
Ji Yuan replied casually, "That's a coincidence, I have a life-and-death feud with this Hundred Insects Old Immortal. Since you admire him so much... then you should die."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword stopped by Ji Yuan's side.
Hu Li's expression instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yet the flying sword had no other action, merely pointing its tip at him—clearly it wanted him to make a statement.
Not making a statement, is that even possible?
"Junior... well, junior is indeed eyeing that inheritance."
Hu Li finished this sentence and instantly looked defeated.
Ji Yuan let out a cold sneer, then put away the flying sword.
With a demon cultivator like Hu Li, how could Ji Yuan not know what scheme he was plotting?
