Hearing the mysterious voice echo through the woods, Yuan Li and Zhao Zhen weren't nervous. If anything, they were eager, because their master had said he would teach them how to deal with bad people.
Zhao Zhen suddenly raised his hand and pointed in one direction. "Look! There's someone over there!"
Yuan Li followed his pointing finger. Three figures stood on distant branches, two standing and one crouching. All wore bamboo hats and dark robes, like wandering swordsmen. Each carried a different weapon, and they wore Demon Masks that revealed only their cold eyes.
The man standing in the middle folded his arms across his chest and stared coldly at Li Qingqiu. "The Mo Sect Seven Sha died at Qingxiao Sect. I'm curious—rumor has it you did it all by yourself?"
Li Qingqiu's expression didn't change. He could sense that the three men were somewhat stronger than the Mo Sect Seven Sha, but not by much.
Zhang Yuchun had kept news of the Mo Sect Seven Sha's deaths contained within Qingxiao Sect. For these three to know about it, they must have sent people to Qingxiao Sect ahead of time to gather information.
"Since you know they died at my hands, how dare you come here?"
Li Qingqiu's tone was even, devoid of the slightest change in emotion.
In the distance, Gu Dubao was hiding behind a tree, trembling with fear.
The Mo Sect Seven Sha had died at the hands of the Qingxiao Sect Leader?
The years Gu Dubao had roamed the martial world, before joining the Chai Family, had coincided with the Mo Sect's heyday. He knew just how formidable its experts were. The Mo Sect Seven Sha, in particular, had been enough to make the entire martial world quake in fear.
The Qingxiao Sect Leader was even