Ten Years, Nine Tokens

As a woman stepped out of Liu Xiaolou's main hall, Liang Ren'an cupped his hands in salute and was the first to slip away.

The woman came before Liu Xiaolou, looking at him with tightly furrowed brows and a face full of sorrowful resentment.

This Junior Sister Ji from Xiaowei Mountain's inner sect looked about the same age as Susu, yet she was nowhere near as plump as Susu. Her face looked as though it had been carved with a knife, and she was thin beyond recognition.

Liu Xiaolou soon learned why this Junior Sister Ji had become so thin—it was purely because... It was not that the Wushen Cult was particularly famous. The Linjiang Sect's thousand-odd disciples had simply all gone all out, clapping their hands with every ounce of strength they had. Just thinking about it made me ache for the Linjiang Sect disciples and their poor hands.

After getting out of the car, I started upstairs and ran into Old Huang halfway up, carrying a flashlight. The building's main structure had not yet been completed, and steel pipes, wooden planks, and other construction materials lay everywhere.

"Why are you so afraid of me? Have you done something shameful?" I slowly advanced while Lei Zun kept retreating. His mind had already collapsed—how could he possibly kill me?

Although Jian Wuming's words were rather domineering at this moment, he had actually already sensed a crisis. It came from his life-bound weapon; that weapon seemed utterly unable to break free from the yin-yang vortex.

"What is it? Scared now? Kneel and kowtow, then let's see whether I'm in the mood to spare you!" One-Eyed Dragon burst into wild laughter.

Damn it, I had nearly been deceived by that bastard Director Wang. I had actually thought he was some heaven-favored prodigy