In silence, Ji Yaoguang looked toward the summit of the snow mountain.
After a long time, as if she had suddenly understood Wang Xian's thoughts, she asked, "Did you sense that killing intent too?"
Wang Xian nodded slightly. Snowflakes rustled down from his hair and clothes.
He gave a quiet "Mm."
Ji Yaoguang had stayed silently by his side the whole time. She had no idea what had happened between them.
Watching Wang Xian's expression, her brows slowly furrowed. She asked in a low voice, "When I saw him earlier, I didn't sense any killing intent."
Wang Xian brushed the snow from his clothes and gave a faint smile. "Maybe."
"Why?"
Wang Xian pointed toward the snowy peak a thousand zhang away. Feeling that aura grow stronger and prouder by the moment, he replied coldly, "It's nothing."
Ji Yaoguang shook her head. "I don't believe you."
Wang Xian sighed. "This is a secret realm. This is a jungle. Every moment, we have to face death. Nothing stays the same forever."
No matter how heavy the snowfall, it could never cover the whole sky.
Now that he had made up his mind, Wang Xian looked at Ji Yaoguang, who had suddenly appeared, and silently sensed the somewhat unsettled aura around her.
He imagined the moment someone had destroyed the cave where she was hiding. He thought of the instant the two traps he had set back then were broken.
A sudden blaze of rage flared in his heart.
He imagined fleeing in panic all the way from Phoenix City, traveling through the vast yellow sands, being attacked by thousands, and nearly dying beneath the swords of those four women.
He imagined slaying the demon dragon, crossing the barrier of the Demon Realm, and arriving in this secret realm.
He imagined himself