Zuo Qianshan Arrives

Li Xiao stood on a ruined rooftop opposite them, the night wind snapping his robes.

He looked up at the black-robed figure in the air. The veil stirred in the wind.

"Zuo Qianshan." Li Xiao's voice was quiet, yet it rang clear in the still night.

"No need to hide your face. I know it's you."

The black-robed figure stiffened.

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised a hand and removed his veil, revealing a pale face.

Under the moonlight, Zuo Qianshan studied Li Xiao with wary eyes.

"You knew I would come," Zuo Qianshan said, no longer disguising his voice.

Li Xiao smiled.

"Of course I knew you would come."

He paused and looked Zuo Qianshan straight in the eye. "You cultivate the Life-Slaying Amitabha Sword Scripture too, don't you?

"And the Sword Qi you've condensed is made of Demonic Qi.

"It shares an origin with my Sword Qi, but its nature is different. Am I wrong?"

Zuo Qianshan's pupils contracted sharply.

"You..." Zuo Qianshan's voice sank. "You know more than I thought."

Li Xiao nodded, his tone as calm as ever. "You must also know that the Sword Qi of the Life-Slaying Amitabha Sword Scripture can devour one another.

"The winner takes all. Once the loser's Sword Qi is devoured, he suffers Qi Deviation at best and dies at worst.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have come looking for me."

Zuo Qianshan fell silent for a moment. The corner of his mouth twitched into an unreadable smile.

"If you know all that, you still dared to wait here alone for me?"

"You're from the Sword Sect, aren't you?" Instead of answering, Li Xiao brought up something else.

"You came to kill me. Do you know the consequences of offending the Three Origins Sect?"

Zuo Qianshan gave a soft laugh,