My expression tightened. The middle-aged man looked no older than fifty, with a jade-like face and a gentle breeze about him. One hand slowly clenched into a fist, while the other held a sheathed sword. A faint azure radiance flowed along the blade, and it looked vaguely familiar.
"Sect Master Fu Yanjun?" Anyone who could call this place his own had to be Fu Yanjun, the sect master of the Clear Void Way. There probably wasn't anyone else.
"Your eyesight is indeed excellent. Unfortunately, you're a reckless brute. You killed my son's mother—did you really think our Clear Void Way would keep turning a blind eye forever?" A cold gleam shot from Fu Yanjun's eyes as he stared at me, as if sparks might burst from them at any moment.
"Your son wasn't killed by me. As for your mother... heh heh. Even a cornered rabbit bites. When she came out to seek revenge, perhaps you thought that with her strength, nearly at the Earth Immortal realm, killing me would be no harder than killing a dog, right? Why didn't any of you come out to stop her then? In the end, I failed to kill her, and paid with my life!" I said coldly. Fu Yanjun was already in the late Enlightened Dao stage, yet he apparently still didn't take me seriously.
"Heh heh... What an interesting child. There aren't many people who dare speak to me like that!" Killing intent filled Fu Yanjun's gloomy face.
I sensed his murderous intent. With a touch of my finger, a black talisman slipped from my sleeve pouch.
"An isolated peak beneath azure clouds cannot be climbed; when spring comes and autumn passes, cranes journey afar. Clear Void Way! Distant Shadows Beneath the Wind!" Fu Yanjun recited the spell coldly. With a