The setting sun cast its lingering glow; withered grass lay scattered and ragged.
A crow flapped away, yet someone came tearing through the air.
It was a gaunt old man with sparse hair.
He wore a Scarlet Robe, and a scar slashed diagonally from his forehead across the bridge of his nose, like a centipede clinging there, making his face look particularly vicious.
"Temple Master, do you still remember this old man?"
The moment he arrived, the old man spoke in a hoarse voice, his icy eyes fixed on Su Yi's back in the distance.
Su Yi turned around, studied the old man for a moment, and frowned. "Who are you?"
"You can't remember?"
The old man in red laughed at himself. "Fair enough. Important people have short memories. Besides, in the battle at Heavenly Sea Pass, I couldn't even withstand a single strike from the Temple Master."
Su Yi gave an "Oh."
The old man in red could not help asking, "You remember now?"
Bone-deep hatred surfaced between his brows.
Su Yi shook his head. "No."
The old man in red: "..."
The next instant, he pointed at the scar on his face as if humiliated and enraged. "This sword scar was bestowed by you! You... actually forgot?"
A man devoted himself wholeheartedly to revenge.
Yet his enemy did not even remember who he was. Was there anything in the world more crushing than that?
Su Yi thought hard for a moment, then said, "I only remember that in the battle at Heavenly Sea Pass, I killed thirty-nine old guys who thought highly of themselves, along with over a hundred small fry. Could it be... you were one of them?"
"Small fry..."
Veins bulged on the old man in red's forehead, and his face darkened.
"Old guy, you didn't