"You laugh at your mother!"
Boom!
Chen Xun threw a punch at the side behind Ji Kun... blasting a terrifying hole through the wall behind him as snowy wind howled in without cease.
Cold sweat broke out all over Ji Kun's body, and he finally calmed down. The icy wind at his back came in wave after wave, filling his entire body with a chill. Just now, he had actually felt the terror of death.
Chen Xun slowly raised his fist again, violent spiritual power continuously battering Ji Kun as though he meant to kill him in a single blow.
His eyes narrowed, coldness in his gaze as he suddenly drove out his fist!
"Moo!!"
"Chen Xun!"
Whoosh! That fierce fist wind abruptly stopped, coming to a halt right before Ji Kun's eyes. Even his ash-white hair was blasted backward in an instant.
Yet Ji Kun did not blink even once. He stared straight at Chen Xun and calmly said, "Martial Uncle Chen Xun, please lower your hand first."
Chen Xun took a step back and lowered his hand, though his eyes remained cold.
"I will go to the Nandou Mountain Secret Realm."
"I know."
"Back then, many things happened in the Nandou Mountain Secret Realm. I did not want to drag you into them."
"Was it resolved?"
"It was. But I could no longer remain among the outer sect steward disciples."
Ji Kun's expression was calm, though he already seemed somewhat aged. The way he looked at Chen Xun finally changed, and he said with relief, "I never thought you still remembered me... Congratulations on Foundation Establishment. Martial Uncle, please sit."
Whooo! Whooo! Whooo!
The draft still howled endlessly through that great hole, yet the two sat facing one another at a wooden table. Black Bull only dared poke