Facing the aggressive questioning of this Pure Yang Physique, Li Qing frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure stirring within him.
"Fellow Daoist, what purpose I came here for seems to have nothing to do with you, does it?" Li Qing replied calmly.
He had no intention of probing into this person's background, yet he had not expected the other party to keep questioning him instead. No matter how one looked at it, that was improper.
The cultivator before him, who called himself the Pure Yang Physique, shook his head slightly. "Heh, I was presumptuous. I should have given my name first!"
"I took the Daoist title True Person Zhiyang. Not long ago, a fellow Daoist I knew died somewhere within this icefield, and I am currently searching for the true culprit." True Person Zhiyang said with a smile.
Feeling the other party's gaze locked tightly upon him, Li Qing's heart skipped a beat. Yet his expression remained unchanged as he spoke.
"Then I fear I must disappoint you. We have been here for some time as well, yet we have never fought anyone."
"As for whoever killed your close friend, I know even less."
"Still, you can tell me what that person looked like. Perhaps I can provide you with some information."
After scraping and struggling through life for so many years, Li Qing had long developed the fine habit of lying without blushing or missing a beat. No anomaly could possibly be seen on his face.
Though True Person Zhiyang would not simply believe Li Qing's words, perhaps there was some discrepancy with the information he possessed. In the end, he truly stopped suspecting Li Qing and Shen Ningbing.
"According to the dying words of those cultivators before, it was a powerful cultivator wreathed entirely in black flames, with