The First Transmission (Thanks to zima)

Xu Feng did not rashly insert himself into the scene.

For one thing, it was nothing like he had imagined. For another, something seemed off. The way the old man spoke to his master sounded like a father scolding his son.

Every word carried a barb, dripping with Yin and Yang.

Yet on closer listening, it did not seem to be pure malice.

But there was no chance his master was this old Executioner's son.

And then there was the old Executioner himself.

Xu Feng had expected to meet an old man gravely ill, or perhaps near death, with the air of someone whose days were numbered.

Instead, the man before him was brimming with vigor. He even had a strange magnetism.

A demonic magnetism!

When he pressed forward, he was like fire.

When he stood still, he was like a Mountain.

He simply stood there, yet his presence bore down on everyone. His words cut like blades, one after another, leaving Master hard-pressed to respond.

Especially when he looked at Xu Feng.

Xu Feng felt as if Old Owl could see straight through his bones and Eight Characters at a glance.

Just as Xu Feng steeled himself to meet that gaze, Master stepped half a pace forward and blocked it.

Old Owl refused to back down.

His eyes were like two divine swords, ready to pierce straight through Master and strike Xu Feng!

Uncle Liu, the Executioner, sensed that something was wrong and hurried forward to make peace.

He planted himself between his father and his old friend, forcing a smile. "Dad, that temper of yours hasn't improved a bit after all these years. You're still so impatient! Listen to what you're saying.

"Old Zhao came to help, didn't he?"

Old Owl paid his son no mind at all.