Qū Dōng Liú suddenly understood some things that had long puzzled him.
Why had Bái Xī Wén, whom he had once toyed with in the palm of his hand, suddenly become suspicious of him and gained such powerful help? The Bái Xī Wén of the past had never possessed such methods or decisiveness. Otherwise, Qū Dōng Liú would never have become sect leader in the first place.
And why had Bái Xī Wén, once indifferent to everything, taken in a country boy of unknown origins and painstakingly guided him? That was utterly contrary to his nature, like north and south facing opposite ways.
Now it seemed that everything had been a conspiracy.
Duàn Yì had gone to the Golden Cauldron Sect and sought out Bái Xī Wén to practice martial arts not merely to learn skills, but also to get close to him, the sect leader, and take revenge.
It could be said that this brat was the chief culprit behind his current plight.
"That's right, it was me. Without me, Brother Bái would probably still have been completely unaware of what you had done.
"Without my persistent persuasion, Brother Bái would not have made up his mind and moved against you so quickly.
"You want revenge. So do I. Since you and I are both here today, let us settle every grievance and debt between us."
The first person Duàn Yì had ever wanted to kill was Qū Dōng Liú. Unfortunately, although his martial arts had risen time and again, Qū Dōng Liú had long vanished without a trace. Today, he could finally fulfill that long-cherished wish.
Qū Dōng Liú's hatred soared to the heavens. His eyes were crimson, and his blazing, surging killing intent shredded the fallen leaves around him into fragments. The air churned, becoming a fierce