"Wouldn't addressing you as 'fellow cultivator' be more fitting for what you've done? As a dignified Heavenly Dao Realm expert, you should at least be mindful of the consequences. Tell me, fellow cultivator, who are you really? Why did you attack Jiufang Ye?" I asked coldly. Jiufang Ye was undoubtedly in the other party's hands, beaten into a spiritual body and hidden on his person. Without Kunpeng, it would have been impossible to find him.
Not far away, Dawn-Dusk-Transposed Stars was still battling the other party's sword ray. They clashed and defended with astonishing speed, yet the other party still seemed to have plenty of room to spare.
Watching that sword ray, I thought for a moment before my expression suddenly changed. "That's the Ruyi Sword Ray. You're Feng Wuqing! You should already be dead."
"Hahaha... Hahahaha! I said so—the reputation I built over all these years shouldn't have been forgotten with the passage of time. Now, at last, someone remembers who I am." The old Daoist let out a sinister sneer.
"You were the Jiufang Household's chief Attendant. Did you come to protect Jiufang Ye?" I asked again. Even though we were currently locked in a battle of magic, I did not stop questioning him, because Feng Wuqing truly had been the strongest original Heavenly Dao Realm Attendant of the Jiufang Household. He had protected the Jiufang Household for several centuries and was the existence they had relied upon to rise above the rest and command the wind!
Moreover, Feng Wuqing was not his real name. He had acquired it because he had not the slightest trace of emotion in how he acted or conducted himself, caring only about his own thoughts. The titles of kin-slayer and friend-killer were attached to his name. As for his enemies, he was