'Now that I think about it, that senior must have been an expert from the Qingfeng Sect.'
"Those Tribulation Cultivators were wiped out, their heads piled into a tall mound. It was so satisfying!"
Tiann Yangsheng reached the mountain peak without a break, carrying water buckets on his shoulders. Leaning on his Fine Iron Pole, he panted heavily. The thought of the Tribulation Cultivators who had destroyed his family and committed such heinous slaughter still made his eyes turn red with a hatred that was carved into his very bones.
After a day of hard labor, Tiann Yangsheng returned to his humble hut and collapsed onto his hard plank bed, his entire body sore and aching.
