Snow filled the sky, and the biting wind cut to the bone.
Yet the old man was wholly unaffected.
Before long, he spotted Jiekong Temple from afar.
"Temple Master, an old acquaintance has come to visit. I ask for an audience."
The old man spoke softly.
His voice was not loud, yet it traveled through the wind and snow into Jiekong Temple.
Bang!
The gates of Jiekong Temple opened.
Kong Zhao's towering figure appeared. When he saw the old man in the black round cap in the distance, his expression instantly turned icy.
"I told you long ago that if you dared set foot within a thousand miles of Jiekong Temple again, I'd slaughter you with my own hands! Have you forgotten?"
Kong Zhao's body brimmed with surging killing intent.
The visitor was none other than the Tailor!
The Tailor's gaze was somewhat complicated as he said softly, "Kong Zhao, from the moment you handed my Thousand Opportunities Talisman to the Temple Master, I no longer owed you anything."
After a pause, he pointed at himself. His tone carried no emotion whatsoever. "The me before you is merely a feeble avatar. Once I see the Temple Master, there will be no need for you to act. I will destroy myself."
Kong Zhao frowned.
"Come in."
Su Yi's voice rang out from within Jiekong Temple.
The Tailor smiled and walked over on his own.
Until he passed through the gates of Jiekong Temple and walked by Kong Zhao's side, the Tailor did not spare Kong Zhao another glance.
"You Old Yin Bastard, what kind of mischief are you here to pull this time?"
Kong Zhao's brows were filled with rejection and disgust.
The Tailor still ignored him.
He stepped over the scattered jade-like snow and came before the ancient tree, where