"Sun Xing? You're Sun Xing?" Just as Li Xiaoya, his fury soaring to the heavens, was about to charge forward and kill the culprit responsible for Liu Qingshan's death, Qu Long Scholar suddenly cried out in surprise.
"Oh! Fellow Daoist Qu Long?" The red-haired young man first froze at the anger on Li Xiaoya's face, then spotted Qu Long Scholar and exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
Hmm? He isn't Sun Xing? Li Xiaoya also realized something was wrong. Although this red-haired youth looked very much like Sun Xing, his aura was different, and Sun Xing did not have that fleshy lump between his brows. He suppressed his anger, but then another thought struck him. This fellow was also surnamed Sun; even if he was not the man he sought, he must be closely connected to him. With that thought, he began sizing the youth up.
"Hehe! It really is Fellow Daoist Sun Xing!" Qu Long Scholar's heart lurched at those words, but he repeatedly cupped his hands toward the red-haired youth and said, "Naturally, we came here with these fellow Daoists to seek opportunities. What about you, Fellow Daoist Sun Xing?" Despite his words, he felt thoroughly frustrated. The Enchanted Mountain Range was so vast, yet they had actually run into this party from the Fire Dragon Palace. He could not make sense of it.
"The Fire Dragon Palace had some business here, but we're heading back now," Sun Xing said indifferently, surveying the group. He knew almost all the Heavenly Spirit Church cultivators, but not the others. Upon noticing Zhang Hong and Mother Li, amazement flashed across his face. Then he saw Li Xiaoya and paused again. Frowning at the undisguised hostility in his eyes, he asked, "Which sect do you belong to, fellow Daoist? You just called