Yu Canghai had just been blinded by rage. His reason had fled for a time, and after launching attack after attack only to be countered, he had failed to recognize him.
Now, with death looming over him, he felt killing intent pressed against his throat. It forced Yu Canghai to calm down and engage Ji Boying in a battle of words.
Once he had calmed down, he naturally recognized Ji Boying's sword move. "Welcoming Pine" was a common opening stance used by Mount Hua Sect disciples when sparring with others.
"Could you be the disciple of some master from the Mount Hua Sect's Sword Faction?"
Yu Canghai narrowed his eyes and probed cautiously.
But why would Ji Boying have any intention of concealing it?
"Ha ha ha ha, Abbey Master Yu, you misunderstand. My master is the current Sect Leader Yue of Mount Hua Sect. I am merely Mount Hua Sect's most worthless junior disciple."
Upon hearing this, Yu Canghai's thoughts raced. He had heard this man's name before.
Naturally, he knew of the ambush at the foot of Mount Hua half a year ago. Yet unlike others, who praised this junior disciple, he had merely sat atop Mount Qingcheng with a sneer on his face.
At the time, he had looked upon the abundance of talent under his own command.
He had only felt that Mount Hua Sect was becoming more and more pathetic.
With only a few stray cats and dogs left, Yue Buqun could not even protect his own disciples anymore. One had been assassinated right at the foot of Mount Hua—what a disgrace.
Watching Mount Qingcheng's reputation rise by the day and its disciples grow ever more numerous, he had begun to feel confident that Qingcheng Sect could replace Mount Hua Sect.
But though he was