The Origin Spirit Candle

"Ah! Bai Lu is the last one..."

The sigh was for the memory of a past friendship. But his resolve to kill Bai Lu was far beyond anything that little bit of friendship could change. Bai Lu had become Yin Kuang's enemy through and through. When dealing with enemies, there was only one rule: kill without mercy.

More importantly, the Phoenix-Breaking Hairpin in Bai Lu's hand was indeed genuine!

Ninety-nine percent of what Yin Kuang had said earlier had been lies. Yet his lies had sounded even more convincing than the truth. In another place and at another time, Zhu Tong and the others might not have fallen for it. After all, things that seemed too real often felt false instead. But there were not so many ifs in this world. Reality had already been set.

At that moment, Yin Kuang's communication compass began to ring.

"Zhuge Lian..." Yin Kuang's expression revealed neither anger nor pleasure as he looked at the holographic image on the compass. "Though I'm somewhat grateful that you caused Class 1238 some trouble, getting trapped in the Eight Formation Diagram earlier really pissed me off. I imagine you're the first person everyone else wants to slaughter right now."

Zhuge Lian casually waved the feather fan in his hand, a calm and confident smile hanging on his lips. "Is that so? But that couldn't be helped. I had no desire to put myself in danger. If I'd made it too obvious, Zhu Tong would have chopped me into a thousand pieces." Yin Kuang said, "I guarantee that once Wei Ming and the others deal with Bai Lu, you'll be in real danger." Zhuge Lian smiled and shook his head. "Not necessarily. I don't think you'll join them in dealing with me."

"You're that sure?"

Zhuge Lian nodded