"Shushan Disciple? Heh, truly unexpected! Shu Mountain, once renowned and feared throughout the land, had actually perished.
And now, Shushan Disciples had fallen to such a disgraceful state, mingling with those demonic and wicked creatures. It was simply the greatest shame!"
The caravan leader let out a contemptuous snort.
His gaze fell straight upon Qin Wenke like a blade, as if it wished to pierce him through. The disdain in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
Aboard the Flying Ship, the many cultivators also began openly jeering and laughing.
Those sounds intertwined like surging waves, swiftly spreading through the crowd and forming a deafening uproar.
Qin Wenke gave a cold laugh, seemingly utterly unconcerned by the crowd's stares and verbal assaults.
Instead, he calmly swept his gaze around.
Then, as if possessed, Qin Wenke suddenly turned his head, his gaze passing through the crowd before settling on one person.
Li Xuanxiao stood hidden among the crowd, deliberately revealing his aura.
Qin Wenke's body jolted violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The clamor of voices around him became nothing but a buzzing roar in his ears.
He stared blankly at Li Xuanxiao.
At the Shushan Disciple he had encountered once more after thirty years.
At that moment, Qin Wenke felt as though time itself had stopped. He suppressed the turbulent aura within him.
Their gazes met, yet a thousand words lodged in their throats.
A strand of Li Xuanxiao's hair was lifted by the wind.
A sudden taste of blood filled Qin Wenke's throat, and only then did he realize that he had bitten through his tongue.
The boiling voices around him turned into a blurred tide. He saw Li Xuanxiao lower his lashes, revealing the same faint smile he had worn all those years ago.
In his daze, he was