Feng Changjian's Dao rhythm flowed around his body, as though sword light coiled about him, carving terrifying gashes through space itself.
"Lin Xuan!"
A voice brimming with killing intent rang through the hall.
"There is a road to heaven, yet you refuse to take it; hell has no gate, yet you barge right in!"
After his words fell, the hall sank into silence. Only sword light wreathed in Dao rhythm silently sliced through space.
No one knew how long passed before Feng Changjian calmed down, and all fluctuations of power subsided.
"I've raised you for so long. It's time you did something for me."
The calm voice drifted through the hall. With a lift of Feng Changjian's hand, brilliant streaks of sword light swept a figure in from outside the palace.
A young man was wrapped within the sword light. His features were fairly ordinary, save for the sword scar on his left cheek, which was particularly striking.
There was neither sorrow nor joy in the young man's eyes, as though nothing in this world could stir his emotions.
"Raised me?"
"If you hadn't forcibly enslaved me, I would have slain you long ago!"
The young man stared at Feng Changjian. Though his cultivation was merely at the peak of the Life Realm, he did not regard Feng Changjian, a ten-cycle Loose Immortal, with the slightest respect.
At those words, fury flared in Feng Changjian's eyes. Staring at the young man, he formed an intricate hand seal.
"Hmph..."
The young man immediately let out a muffled groan, his brows knitted tightly together. Clearly, he was enduring inhuman pain.
Yet even so, after that single groan, he displayed no further reaction.
"Hehe..."
"Yuan Yi, Yuan Yi, after all these years, you still haven't set your attitude straight."
"Since you have been