Dragon Head Peak.
The main hall.
Looking at Ye Xuan standing before him.
Deep in Cang Song's eyes, a trace of gloom flashed.
Two years ago.
On that stormy night.
He had ambushed Puzhi in Caomiao Village, preparing to seize the Blood Devouring Pearl.
His scheme had succeeded.
That old bald donkey Puzhi had already been at the end of his rope, and the Blood Devouring Pearl had been within easy reach.
Yet Ye Xuan had appeared out of nowhere and ruined everything.
This had left Cang Song feeling unbearably frustrated.
More importantly.
Back then, Ye Xuan had barely stepped into the Shangqing Realm at most.
But now...
He couldn't see through him.
He couldn't see through him at all.
Ye Xuan was like a bottomless, secluded pool.
How had this brat cultivated?
How could he have improved so much in only two short years?
"Ye Xuan."
"You're not staying at Great Bamboo Peak. What have you come to Dragon Head Peak for?"
Soon.
Cang Song came back to himself and asked in a voice filled with pressure.
Over the past two years, he had secretly observed everything happening at Great Bamboo Peak.
Everything had been calm.
Ye Xuan seemed not to know that the black-clothed man had been him.
But today...
What had this brat suddenly come to Dragon Head Peak for?
Could he have discovered something?
If that was really the case...
A subtle killing intent flashed through Cang Song's eyes.
Although this was the heart of Qingyun Sect and killing a disciple would cause enormous trouble.
If it involved that secret, then even if he had to betray the sect, he would keep this brat here forever!
"Martial Uncle."
"I wanted to come ask Martial Uncle for guidance."
Ye Xuan smiled.
He keenly caught that fleeting killing