On the main road less than a hundred li from Holy City, amid the hushed discussions of cultivators, the Purple Mansion Holy Son and Saintess rode a purple cloud swiftly across the sky.
Before everyone's eyes, the purple mist that was about to disappear suddenly stopped and flew toward a white-robed youth off to the side.
"You spotted me?" Lu Chen smiled faintly. He had thought the Purple Mansion Holy Son had not noticed him, but it turned out he had.
"It's you!" The Purple Mansion Holy Son flew up before him, his voice steeped in cold menace. Purple light flickered in his eyes, and an invisible killing intent enveloped Lu Chen.
To Lu Chen, it was no more than a breeze brushing his face. He paid no heed to the intense killing intent, standing quietly in midair as he smiled calmly. "It's me."
Their exchange consisted of only a few words, and outsiders had no idea what they meant. Yet passing travelers and the other Purple Mansion disciples could sense the drawn swords and bent bows between them, the killing intent filling the air.
Two years earlier, Lu Chen and the Purple Mansion Holy Son had met in the Great Wilderness of the Southern Region. Their struggle over treasures in an ancient cave abode had ended with the Holy Son fleeing in defeat, and their enmity had naturally taken root.
"Today, I'll wash away what happened that day with your blood!" The Purple Mansion Holy Son stared fixedly at Lu Chen, his hateful voice brimming with murderous intent.
As the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land and one of the successors to the future position of Purple Mansion Holy Lord, being defeated by the Purple Mansion Saintess had already left him looking disgraceful.
He had never expected