Had that thunderclap come from Sunset City in the Demon Realm, or from Phoenix City?
Wang Xian could not tell.
Although he had dreamed that night of the Old Daoist leaving White Cloud Temple and walking alone through the vast snowstorm, he still paid it no mind after waking.
After all, even the several sect leaders and patriarchs of Phoenix City could not deal with his master when they joined forces. Who in this world would have nothing better to do than run to White Cloud Temple and provoke an old Daoist?
Seeing that Wang Xian had finally quieted down, Ye Honglian stopped cursing him as well.
She pulled a jug of wine from her robes and tipped her head back for several gulps.
Then she tore off a piece of roast meat and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing until her lips were slick with grease. As the wine and meat entered her stomach, a hint of color gradually returned to her pale face.
She no longer looked quite so much like a dead person who had just crawled out of a grave.
She cast a sidelong glance at the dazed Wang Xian and began calculating—
Should she take this fellow back to Sunset City and settle the score slowly, or simply leave him alone in these desolate mountains to fend for himself?
The instant that thought finished turning over—
A furious roar suddenly exploded overhead!
"Where! Do! You! Think! You're! Going!"
The voice was like thunder from the Ninth Heaven, detonating directly in the sky above the stone wall. Ye Honglian had just raised her head and had yet to see who had come—
When a black shadow plunged from the clouds, swift as lightning, striking straight down at the crown of her head!
In that instant, the