"It was me."
A young man stepped out of the shadows.
He was tall and broad-shouldered.
A single horn, a vertical eye.
Asura battle markings seemed to have been born upon his body.
The newcomer wore crisp, practical attire, plain and unostentatious.
He was handsome.
That face made the cultivator seated within the formation lose focus for a moment. He sighed. "Similar."
Too similar.
Similar to whom?
That depended on Luo Yangwu's identity.
Since he was the young master of the Asura Clan and the current young sect master of the great sect.
Having undergone blood and soul testing, he naturally resembled his father—the former leader of the great sect, the Asura Clan's peak Great Sage, Luo Tianfeng.
The arrival of this man startled the cultivator within the formation.
"So it is the sect master himself. Please forgive this subordinate for being unable to rise and pay my respects."
The cultivator clasped his hands.
He did not explain why he could not rise. Apart from an imperceptible trace of complexity, his tone was entirely calm. It was a kind of openness, showing that he had nothing he could not tell others.
"Of course you cannot rise."
The cultivator was stunned.
He seemed not to understand why this young sect master had come to his palace at this moment, nor why he had said such words.
That voice brimmed with coldness.
There was not the slightest hint of amiability.
"Because you are injured."
"Luo Ganjing!"
Luo Ganjing flew into a rage.
No one had dared to call him by his name for countless years.
He called this little brat sect master only to observe proper courtesy and avoid affecting the Heavenly King's grand plan. Yet this child was so ignorant of manners. Did he truly consider himself the sect master of