"You may escape the first day, but you won't escape the fifteenth."
"Heh heh."
"I was just worrying about not being able to find you. Who would've thought you'd come knocking on your own?"
the young woman sneered.
The people around her looked at Jiang Qiao even more viciously.
They looked eager to make a move.
As if they would rush over the next second, capture Jiang Qiao, and execute him on the spot.
"Damn."
"Who are you?"
Jiang Qiao raised a brow. "I've killed quite a few people. I don't remember every stray cat and dog. Could you introduce yourself first?"
"Arrogant!"
The young woman flew into a rage.
"You killed many people from Fengyin Mountain."
"And you still dare to put on an act?"
The people beside her also berated him one after another, saying nothing more than that he did not know whether he lived or died.
At that moment.
The young woman stood atop auspicious clouds.
Dark-red light shifted behind her.
Within the light.
Pavilions and towers seemed to appear, while thousands upon thousands of soldiers galloped forth.
At his side.
Dozens of people surrounded them on both sides.
Every one of them possessed an imposing aura and chilling killing intent. All were experts. Surrounded by the stars, the young woman looked extremely majestic.
By contrast, Jiang Qiao.
He floated alone in the Dark Void, dust from the inn's collapse still scattered across his body.
He looked rather disheveled.
Not very dignified.
The entire scene looked as though this awful little brother Jiang Qiao was being judged by a group of big shots.
But...
The other side clearly looked quite imposing.
Yet Jiang Qiao kept wanting to laugh.
He remembered a television drama he had watched before transmigrating. In it, some old man always had a