Layer upon layer of blazing fire spread along the walls and ceiling, making Chiyue An look like an ancient Fire God—burly, domineering, and imposing.
He was in his early forties, with slicked-back hair, slightly dark skin, a broad nose, and a wide face. The flesh on his cheeks was taut, giving him the air of a valiant, hardened man, while the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes added to the charm of a mature male.
Chiyue An used Fire Walk to enter the hall. His sharp gaze swept across the wrecked scene, and when he saw the corpses of the three Spirit Realm Walkers, his pupils contracted slightly as his expression grew colder.
"Three pieces of trash!"
He snorted. Only when he saw the unconscious Master Wu did his expression improve slightly.
This man was his cash cow and controlled several prominent dignitaries and powerful figures in Songhai for him. Aside from his own Saint Realm strength, the "evidence" he held was also a major reason why he could wield absolute authority in Shakou District.
Cultivating a cash cow who could truly amount to something was far more difficult than cultivating a Spirit Realm Walker.
As long as Master Wu did not die, the Bronze Sparrow House stronghold could be preserved.
"Chiyue An!"
Kou Beiyue's eyes instantly reddened and filled with bloodshot veins. His handsome face twisted into a savage mask, like an enraged lion.
Chiyue An turned toward the voice and said flatly:
"I checked the records yesterday and only then learned it was you, you little brat. Since escaping the Public Security Bureau morgue, you've vanished for nearly two years and never shown your face. I thought you'd long since died in the Spirit Realm."
At this point, Chiyue An licked his lips and smiled.