"So, you're Shen Changchuan?"
Halfway there,
in a deserted valley beyond the wilds,
a figure hovered in mid-air. Arms crossed before his chest, he looked down condescendingly at Shen Changchuan, who was at the front of the carriage convoy.
"That's right. What can I do for you?"
Gazing at the figure in mid-air,
Shen Changchuan's expression darkened slightly.
The man before him
was none other than Zhou Lingyun, whom he had glimpsed from a distance on the tournament stage in the Shen Clan's plaza!
'Why is he blocking my path?'
'This can't be good!'
Shen Changchuan subtly scanned his surroundings.
He could vaguely sense
several other auras
concealed in the area,
their owners yet to reveal themselves.
Shen Changchuan's heart sank.
"Hmph. Good."
Zhou Lingyun snorted, his voice laced with arrogance.
