Not Everything Is Determined

Qin Yurou gently stroked the snow-white spirit fox in her arms and said softly.

"My demon beast companions have already set up lookouts around the outskirts of the town. If anything happens, they'll warn us immediately."

Gu Sheng nodded slightly.

"Let's kill that evil cultivator today, before more complications arise."

Shen Qingtian hesitated slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, that evil cultivator has already reached the late Foundation Establishment stage. We..."

"It's fine."

Gu Sheng interrupted her, confidence in his eyes.

"I have my ways."

The three said no more and each formed hand seals.

Three streaks of light shot into the sky and sped toward the distant border town.

Jiang Feiyu watched them leave, the resentment in his eyes growing ever stronger.

He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then took out a jade talisman and crushed it.

"Gu Sheng! Shen Qingtian! You'll regret this!"

He sneered as he watched a barrier of restriction light rise around the Daoist temple.

"When you come crawling back in defeat, let's see how I humiliate you!"

He sat cross-legged and began regulating his breathing to heal his wounds. In his mind, he was already imagining Gu Sheng kneeling and begging for mercy, and Shen Qingtian drowning in regret.

At the thought of it, he could not help laughing aloud.

"They've all gone. Why didn't you follow them?"

A deep, sinister voice suddenly sounded behind Jiang Feiyu, as chilling as a venomous snake hissing.

Jiang Feiyu sneered instinctively.

"Hmph, I'd be delighted if they died at that evil cultivator's han—"

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized that the voice belonged to no one he remembered.

His entire body stiffened as he slowly turned around.

Thirty feet away, a man in a blood-red robe was looking at him