"Wan Jian San, do you remember? More than ten years ago, not long after your Heaven Sword Sect discovered this Demonic Pattern Fierce Vein, you deceived a group of five vein-prospecting cultivators from Lingyue City into coming here to help you investigate the course of the dried-up spirit veins!" Wei Suo's voice was incomparably cold as his escape light steadily closed in on Wan Jian San.
Wan Jian San's face grew even more bloodless as he cried out in panic, "It's been so long! How could I possibly remember clearly?"
"You don't remember clearly? I'll make you remember!" The icy killing intent in Wei Suo's heart grew stronger. His aura shook heaven and earth; compared to Wan Jian San's, it felt like an enormous Heavenly Dragon chasing a sparrow.
"It has nothing to do with me! Back then, I was only following Zhao Rulíng's orders. If you want someone, go find Zhao Rulíng!" Wan Jian San had been utterly scared out of his wits by the little girl and the demon-god-like Wei Suo, shouting without the slightest bearing of a great cultivator.
"Wan Jian San... you!"
Zhao Rulíng, who had previously cared not about being the fastest, only about being faster than Grand Elder Xue Chaoran, and whose spiritual energy had condensed into blue bats around him, shuddered in the distance. He wished he could slap Wan Jian San to death on the spot.
"Zhao Rulíng, so you were one of those Heaven Sword Sect disciples back then as well!"
"Damn it, his escape speed is too fast. I can't get away. I can only flee into the Heaven Sword Bronze Hall and activate the Heaven Sword Great Dao Restriction if I want to live." Zhao Rulíng had originally been fleeing straight toward the outside of the Demonic Pattern Fierce