"Qi Lianliancheng went to find Lord Lan."
Above a stretch of emptiness by the Western Sea, Tang Qingxiang looked at Kuang Wuxin, who stood in midair, and said gravely, "Besides Lord Lan, he also sought out people from the Yinshan Sect and the Xuanyi Sect... I fear that even if Luo Bei grew wings, he still would not escape his arrangements."
"Qi Lianliancheng truly is the most outstanding talent among the younger disciples of our Kunlun." Kuang Wuxin smiled, utterly unconcerned by Tang Qingxiang before him. "Taking advantage of the Chì Lè Sect activating the formation and entering seclusion for sixty years to bring out Lord Lan, whom the Chì Lè Sect had sealed away—even such methods of borrowing another's momentum occurred to him. I did underestimate him somewhat."
"Qi Lianliancheng's cultivation has advanced far too quickly." Tang Qingxiang's face darkened. Whether it was because Kuang Wuxin had said he was inferior to Qi Lianliancheng or for some other reason, no one knew. "If we do not eliminate him now, I fear we will be unable to deal with him in the future."
"Just proceed according to his arrangements. As for him, I will naturally deal with him when the time comes." Kuang Wuxin turned his head and glanced toward Kunlun, then smiled faintly again. "There is something I must do first."
"What does he intend to do?"
An icy chill seeped uncontrollably through Tang Qingxiang's entire body.
Though Kuang Wuxin had spoken those words calmly, and the expression on his face had not changed at all, Tang Qingxiang nevertheless sensed the ambition rippling from him. That aura made even Tang Qingxiang feel fear without realizing it. He knew with utter clarity that the thing Kuang Wuxin intended to do first would surely be an earth-shaking matter filled with boundless