Snowbound

"You actually..."

As if he had seen a ghost, Jin Buhuan let out a startled cry. "Hu... You really came back..."

"Take a closer look!"

Hu Keke had already returned to Wang Xian's side. He pointed at the old man, who had regained his original appearance and removed the bamboo hat from his head.

The old man gave a cold shout. "Look carefully."

Just one glance left Jin Buhuan stunned.

He was already at the peak of Spirit Transformation, and in that split second, he could sense how terrifying the danger before him was.

The escaped High Priest had either become a cripple after Jin Buhuan poisoned him all those years ago,

or, after escaping, had obtained the fabled elixir, recovering his cultivation—or even surpassing what it had once been.

If so, Jin Buhuan hardly needed to think. He feared he could no longer harm the old man before him with the sword in his hand.

He wanted to run, but the old man blocked his way.

Behind him, a seemingly harmless young man, almost demonic in appearance, watched him like a tiger stalking its prey.

So he turned his gaze toward Hu Keke, behind Wang Xian.

Drawing a ragged breath, he gave a bitter smile. "Even if you're alive, so what? The emperor will ascend the throne in three days!"

Seeing that Jin Buhuan showed no sign of attacking right away, Wang Xian held back.

As long as Wang Xian didn't move, Sa Tongtian wouldn't either.

As for Hu Keke, there was no need to mention him. Compared with the Chief Steward, he was nothing but a speck of dust.

After speaking, Jin Buhuan took a step forward.

That step brought him a little closer to Hu Keke. Now he was exactly five feet from Wang Xian and Hu