Mei Yan slightly raised his head and absorbed the last wisp of Blood Fiend Qi. Only after his two subordinates had been utterly annihilated in body and soul did he lower his face and stare fixedly at Qin Yang.
"Your name is Zuo Yu, right?"
"Mm."
The killing intent in Mei Yan's heart surged forth uncontrollably.
After arriving here, Qin Yang's name had only been mentioned once to the Shepherd Master and once to the Ten Directions Emperor.
And even then, it had merely been mentioned. He had never told anyone about many of the things that had happened in the Great Wilderness.
Even to the powerful thigh he was now clinging to for dear life, there were things he had not spoken of. The things he had mentioned were merely rumors.
And anyone who truly paid attention to the name Qin Yang probably would not have believed those rumors.
Several hundred years had passed. He was no longer the Mei Yan who had once been filled with confusion and inner conflict, nor was he the Mei Yan who had fallen into the Ten Directions Realm while fleeing.
At the very least, after his strength had risen, he understood clearly that if someone had wanted him dead back then, they could have let him run for three days and still killed him utterly with a single thought.
He himself knew perfectly well that his appearance in the Ten Directions Realm could not possibly have been an accident.
From beginning to end, someone had controlled it all.
That was why he had jumped from side to side, finally setting up the Shepherd Master and using it as his token of allegiance.
Only in that way could he escape his original predicament, rather than remain a spy and informant for the Great