As Xin Chenzi spoke, a young man beside him interjected. He was Xin Chenzi's junior brother, Sui Yin; both had once been disciples of the Green-Robed Ancestor.
When Shi Feiyang and Ni Fangxian had swept through Hundred Barbarians Mountain, they had killed many people, but Shi Feiyang had spared Sui Yin. With nowhere else to go afterward, Sui Yin had also become a disciple of the Red-Haired Ancestor.
"They said earlier that the man who took their swords was surnamed Shi. I wonder whether it was the Shi meaning 'time' or the Shi meaning 'stone.' If it was the one meaning 'time,' could it have been that man?"
At these words, not only Xin Chenzi but also the other two beside him who had escaped the net at Hundred Barbarians Mountain all changed color at once.
Shi Feiyang and Ni Fangxian were their nightmares, the darkest shadows over their hearts.
For years afterward, whenever they cultivated, images of the pair slaughtering their way through everyone would surface in their minds, almost driving them into qi deviation.
"Surely... it wasn't him?"
They exchanged uneasy looks. "If it was him, we're in trouble!"
They knew of Shi Feiyang's subsequent exploits. Even the Green-Robed Ancestor had been beaten so badly that he had abandoned his home and holdings and fled to the West.
Their powers had all grown considerably over the past few years. With the opening of the Ming-Yu Immortal Market, they had also obtained many resources and refined numerous formidable magic treasures.
Yet whenever they felt they were ready to leave the mountains, take revenge on Shi Feiyang, and then go west to bring the Green-Robed Ancestor back, they would hear another new legend about Shi Feiyang. Every one of those legends struck them as downright terrifying!
After a clamorous discussion,