Ye Tian simply could not figure out when he had offended such a terrifying enemy. For someone like that to destroy him would be as easy as turning over a hand—why had they waited until today to make a move?
Unable to understand it, he simply stopped thinking about it.
He knew that if he wanted to survive, other than following Wunian's instructions and seeking out that strangely named Headless Senior Brother, there truly was no other way. Besides, this was a good deed that would save lives. He would certainly do it.
He had originally felt somewhat uneasy, but when he sensed the gentle spiritual power flowing steadily through his body, he calmed down considerably. As for that Great Bright King Curse, he felt nothing from it. Presumably, it would only take effect when he was in danger.
According to Wunian, Nanshan was very close to Lanshe Temple, only an hour's journey away. More than half the way passed without incident. Just as he thought he would make it through safely, a cold wind swept past.
Pain immediately stabbed through his brow. He had not felt this sensation in a long time.
He soon discovered that, at some unknown time, a man dressed in green had appeared before him. After blocking his path, the man merely gazed silently into the distant sky, as though it held boundless beauty.
The man in green threw a head onto the ground and said nothing.
Ye Tian recognized it at once as the Daoist who had fled Lanshe Temple in such haste. It seemed he had indeed chosen a dead-end road.
He smiled faintly. "If you thought Ye was someone afraid of death, you would not have found me here."
After saying that, Ye Tian did not hesitate. He immediately swept the surroundings