Yet the old beggar slapped them flying eight hundred li away, saying that only Wuhen could collect this debt, and that he would surely get it.
If Xing Han, Silly Eagle, and the others went, they probably would not even make it past the outer perimeter and might be hunted for ten thousand li. As for why, the old beggar had only said one thing:
They were too damn ugly!
Thus, Qian Wuhen had come to collect the debt. The reason his bearing was so fierce was that his old man had truly taught him how to collect debts before. One had to get the bearing exactly right—one had to be vicious. Do not say a single word. Just give them an icy look and let them figure it out themselves:
If you do not repay the debt, this old man will live in your house!
The distance between Qian Wuhen and Han Xuan grew ever smaller, and the atmosphere gradually became subtle.
Their gazes met of their own accord, yet Qian Wuhen did not stop walking. As he passed her, he even nodded unconsciously, while fragments of old memories rose to his heart.
Han Xuan trembled, extreme astonishment appearing in her eyes as she cried out, "W-Wuhen?"
"Han Xuan..."
Qian Wuhen turned his head and slowly came to a stop. His heart also shook. After a long silence, he finally said, "I did not expect you to still be in the Sky-Piercing Sect. It has indeed been a long time."
Han Xuan smiled faintly, her gaze filled with relief and ease. "I did not expect Wuhen to embark upon the immortal path either, much less that I would meet you here."
"Heh, fate truly works in strange ways." Qian Wuhen had become much steadier, and a slight smile appeared