"Xia... Brother Xia, it wasn't like that. Listen to me, it really wasn't like that."
Xu Yan knelt at Xia Wuju's feet, tears falling like rain on blossoms as she clung to his leg. She looked incomparably frail, and with those eyes and that face full of grievance, she could not help but stir pity in others.
"Scram. Don't make me say it a second time."
Xia Wuju said coldly. He did not know why he had ever gotten acquainted with such a brain-dead woman.
"Xia Wuju, let go of her."
At that moment, a furious roar came from behind him. Before Xia Wuju could react, a dark figure flashed before his eyes and shoved him away.
"Are you all right?"
The man slowly crouched down and helped Xu Yan up, his face filled with tenderness.
"Fine... just fine. What does your Mistveil Sect take me for? You've humiliated and deceived me again and again. Do you really think I'm someone you can push around?"
At the sight of this man, Xia Wuju gritted his teeth. His expression was gloomy, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Xia Wuju, weren't you here for me this time? I'm here now. What do you want?"
The young man turned and stared at Xia Wuju.
"Chu Yunxiao, I lost to you last time through a moment of carelessness. Today, I'm here to take back everything I once lost—and while I'm at it, wipe out your Mistveil Sect."
Xia Wuju roared. Then he beckoned, and ripples spread through the void as an old man stepped out from it. He came to Xia Wuju's side and bent slightly at the waist.
"Go. Bring everyone in the Mistveil Sect, from top to bottom, under control. Once I'm done here, leave no one in