Tap, tap-
Footsteps rang out one after another, until two burly figures stood at the entrance to the Mountain Cave, the shadows within concealing them completely.
Rumble-ghastly white lightning swept across heaven and earth. The flash pouring into the cave illuminated two faces in an instant.
The man in front was none other than Zhang Shaojiu. His tattered robes had long since been soaked through with blood, which had congealed into a dark red. Even the torrential rain along the pursuit had failed to wash it away, a testament to how thickly the blood coated him.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a centipede-like scar on his face. He was grinning at Zhou Chen, his gaze seeming to appraise a piece of prey.
Zhang Shaojiu turned his head slightly. The instant he saw Zhou Chen, his pupils contracted with excitement. "Senior Sister Su, you really did find yourself a fine spot! To think I'd run into Junior Brother Zhou Chen here too! Hahahahaha!"
Zhang Shaojiu laughed harder and harder, more and more extravagantly, as though he had encountered something that thrilled and delighted him. Finally, he gently wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes with a finger and muttered to himself, "Good things really do come in pairs today. I might never forget all these wonderful things throwing themselves at my door one after another."
Hearing this, the man with the centipede-like scar turned toward him. "This kid is the one you have a grudge against? He looks pretty ordinary. Running into you is just his rotten luck."
"Heh, even Heaven is on my side."
Zhang Shaojiu felt this was good fortune, a reward, Heaven's favor toward a genius like him.
He regarded Zhou Chen with eyes as cold as a venomous snake's and said