Beneath the light screen leading to the third level of the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yan and Ling Fengzhui stood facing each other, both clad in fitted black attire.
Xiao Yan looked at Ling Fengzhui and immediately came to a judgment. Whether it was for what had happened at the Pill Tower that night or for this trip into the Heavenly Tomb, he could not possibly let Ling Fengzhui leave before his eyes.
"Old grudges and new debts—today, I'll settle them all!"
Xiao Yan's killing intent was fully exposed, yet Ling Fengzhui's reaction greatly exceeded his expectations. He did not assume any fighting stance and merely stood there quietly. His figure seemed even more faint and insubstantial than before, carrying an air of desolation.
Compared to that night at the Pill Tower, the current Ling Fengzhui seemed like a completely different person. Back then, it was as though blazing flames burned in his eyes, but now, his gaze held only a faint sorrow.
When they had first entered the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yan had not had the time to pay much attention to it. He had only felt that something was off, but now that they were facing each other alone, the feeling became exceptionally strong. If not for that distinctive ghost-face mask and his unmistakable aura, Xiao Yan might even have thought they were two different people.
Ling Fengzhui looked at Xiao Yan, still seeming utterly devoid of fighting spirit. Beneath his mask, the corners of his mouth curved into a bitter smile. "Xiao Yan, actually, we're... rather alike, aren't we?"
The feeling was simply too jarring! Just like Ling Fengzhui's current demeanor, it was deeply out of place!
Xiao Yan frowned tightly. Not only did his vigilance not lessen, it instantly rose to its peak. This was far too