Li Haowen's gaze first fell on He Qingling, who stood before him. She had reached the Guiyi Realm Peak, and it likely would not be long before she cultivated her innate divine ability and entered the Divine Ability Realm.
She was one of the few people he had known before in this world.
But his gaze did not linger on her. After a glance, he quickly lowered his eyes.
"Senior Li, that isn't true. I owe everything I've achieved today to you saving my life back then."
He Qingling spoke to Li Haowen.
A bitterly cold wind swept past, stirring the tattered hem of Li Haowen's gray Daoist robe.
The black rift in the sky blotted out the sun. Without sunlight, the land shrouded in "Eternal Night" lay in bitter cold day after day.
The young Guardians of the Dao from Du Cang Mountain exchanged glances. They racked their brains, trying to work out who this bedraggled Immortal Cultivator could be. Only moments ago, they had taken him for someone of the Outer Dao, yet Elder He of the Xuansheng Sect called him "Senior."
"If Elder He remembers our old acquaintance, I hope you'll let me leave."
Li Haowen's hoarse voice sounded again.
He Qingling fell silent once more.
Neither man nor ghost.
Anyone who saw Li Haowen would surely think the same.
He Qingling had first heard the name "Li Haowen" in a teahouse in the Western Regions of Chenping Continent, while listening to a storyteller recount the Great Tribulation of Tian Ding Mountain.
A traitor to the Empty Mountain Sect. A sanctimonious hypocrite.
That had been her first impression of Li Haowen.
Then came the battle that destroyed the Panlong Sect, when Li Haowen slaughtered prisoners. Later, he indiscriminately killed Rogue Cultivators during the campaign against bandits in