The tower was silent.
Broken stones slowly struck the walls and rolled down, several of them rolling back to Wei He's feet.
He wore a black mask that revealed only his eyes, his entire body wrapped in a loose black cloak that obscured even the outline of his figure.
"What? Refusing to talk?" Wei He's gaze turned cold as he stared at Daoist Bai Yi opposite him, a faint ferocious glint flashing through his eyes.
Back then, Hong Family Fort had broken its agreement with Master Zheng first, using the Martial Artist Alliance where Master Zheng belonged as cannon fodder to hold back the Seven Families Alliance.
Then they had stabbed them in the back from behind, joining forces with the Incense Gathering Cult to seize Feiye City and strike straight at the Yellow Dragon.
Wei He still remembered that.
Thus, kindness was repaid with kindness, and enmity with enmity. That was why he had returned this time.
Still, Feiye City seemed to have been governed rather well this time around. If he defeated Hong Daoyuan, perhaps he could spare his life.
Rather than killing him outright, using poison to control the Hong family or having people gather resources for him might be the better choice.
"This esteemed... expert." Daoist Bai Yi tried her best to steady her emotions and forced out a smile.
Though her usual persona was cold and aloof, special times called for special measures. Different people required different expressions and attitudes.
This society, this era, had no room for those unable to adapt.
Many times, a person had to wear many faces for many different people.
"You may call me Ghost Person," Wei He introduced himself.
"Senior Ghost Person." Daoist Bai Yi managed a smile. "The Hong Daoyuan you seek may currently be... in rather poor