Feeling the sharp edge before his throat, Zhu Xing asked in a low voice, "If you won't explain where you come from, I can't possibly let you get close to him."
The man in white glanced sidelong at Zhu Xing, the hand holding his sword perfectly straight, like a bridge, making Zhu Xing feel as if he were terribly hard to reach.
Though he was filled with wariness toward the man in white, Zhu Xing had not reached the point of fear.
How much effort had he spent to enter the Boundary Gate before finally obtaining such an opportunity? How could he give up here?
"I cannot speak of my identity. If I did, it would harm both him and you. You only need to know that the sword in my hand can shave away your Dao Fruit." The man in white's eyes were so cold and indifferent.
As his words fell, a terrifying Sword Intent instantly locked onto Zhu Xing, and the eyes of this Mystic Origin Carefree Immortal lost their light.
The man in white turned, sheathed his sword, and continued walking toward Long Qing.
Zhu Xing stood frozen in place, his body trembling slightly.
Their confrontation had not been hidden. Many disciples saw the man in white draw his sword on Zhu Xing, but they did not act rashly, because they all knew Zhu Xing was the strongest existence in this medicine valley. Even the valley master respected him greatly.
The current Third Medicine Valley no longer had the cohesion it had several thousand years ago. Most disciples were merely passersby, and at the very least, they would not risk their lives for Long Qing.
Long Qing, who was chatting with Lu Baitian, noticed the man in white approaching, and his gaze followed to land on Zhu