Inside the ancient Main Hall, the young man stared fixedly outside the doors. Only after Lang Yu's back had completely vanished into the void did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze...
"What kind of look is that?"
Beside him, Yi Xing watched the entire scene in a daze, then stared strangely into Li Qingshan's eyes, observing the complex emotions surging within them.
Shock, hatred, madness, and... nostalgia?
Yi Xing blinked hard, almost thinking his eyes had deceived him. Uncertain, he asked:
"Could it be that you had a grudge against Lang Yu before this?"
"That can't be right. You clearly never met him... And I've been keeping watch over him in the Hall all along; he had no chance to make a move at all... Even if he had previously laid an ambush to target you, with Senior Sheng escorting you, those ambushes should never have had the chance to show themselves..."
One question after another directly left this Vice Hall Master, who commanded the Universe like a chessboard, utterly dumbfounded.
"Deputy Hall Master Yi, I don't have a grudge against Lang Yu. I have a grudge against 'wolves'!"
Li Qingshan let out a heavy breath. Seeing Yi Xing's puzzled gaze, he emphasized once more:
"As long as it is a wolf, it must die!!!"
His words stirred a bone-chilling wind, carrying killing intent that pierced straight to the marrow.
It had nothing to do with status or cultivation, nor with right or wrong. This was pure hatred for the biological form known as "wolves."
It was a vow of vengeance that had long ago been carved into the depths of his True Spirit—after he had died one hundred thousand times in succession to Wolf Poison's jaws, back when he had still been an ordinary student...
"Uh... it seems your hatred