"Xia Yun... I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before..." A faint trace of puzzlement appeared in Hong Ling's eyes.
"Xia Jue's older cousin, another son of the Xia Household. He was turned away back then because he failed to cross the Heavenly Ladder," Ning Hai explained.
Hong Ling retrieved that memory from the distant past as well.
"Oh, the brat who snarled at us that he'd make us regret it someday?"
Long Aotian nodded. "Looking at him now, we were right not to accept him..."
At that moment, Xia Yun had no idea that he had been scorned all over again.
After descending the mountain, the baleful qi in Xia Yun's heart surged. Disregarding all bonds between fellow disciples, he killed all three of them almost in the blink of an eye.
"The Shadow Hall has no use for trash that does nothing but cause trouble," he said slowly, looking at the three corpses.
But those behind him knew those words were meant for them as well.
For a while, a deathly silence hung over the group. Everyone feared inadvertently provoking this murderous fiend.
After this incident, the people in the Heavenly Origin Hall gradually dispersed. Only Chu Mojin remained seated, making no move to leave.
Before long, he and Ning Hai were the only two left in the Heavenly Origin Hall.
Chu Mojin suddenly laughed. "I didn't expect you to let them leave so easily."
Ning Hai shook his head with a chuckle, his smile a little more genuine than his earlier genial expression. "Easily? Judging by the look Xia Yun gave us at the end, do you think he found it easy?"
"That makes it even more puzzling. He's only a hall master of the Shadow Hall, after all. Killing him wouldn't affect the overall