Old Devil Ji—
Ji Yuan had always thought of himself as an Old Devil Ji, but the man countless cultivators across the Abyssal Continent truly recognized by that name was someone else.
That damned bastard was the reason Ji Yuan still had to hide his face and identity!
"Him?"
Ji Yuan thought back to the man. He was still angry, but more than that, he was curious.
Who on earth was he?
Borrowing Ji Yuan's name was one thing, but borrowing his face too? That went beyond borrowing.
That was outright plagiarism!
It meant the man probably knew who Ji Yuan really was. In other words, he knew Ji Yuan personally.
Ji Yuan had considered countless possibilities before, but in the end, the most likely seemed to be the original owner's father.
Ji Qingyun—the man who had died somewhere in the vast Cloud-Rain Marsh.
Apart from him, Ji Yuan could not think of anyone with both the motive and the means.
If it really was him, killing him would be difficult—no, Ji Yuan could not kill him at all. He rubbed his brow. Right now, he could only hope they were on bad terms.
Then he could kill him without holding back!
"Yes. I heard it from my clansmen who just returned from the Outer Domain. They said Old Devil Ji appeared in the Poison-Miasma Swamp. Quite a few people have seen him already."
Mu Xueyao continued.
"What's his cultivation now?" Ji Yuan pressed.
"According to those who saw him, he's reached the Golden Core Middle Stage."
"The Golden Core Middle Stage..."
Ji Yuan's first thought was that it seemed rather low. For someone with Old Devil Ji's fearsome reputation, it was not particularly impressive.
But then he remembered that when the man had made his name, he had only