Su Qing sat cross-legged on the bed in the inn, his fingers moving constantly as sheets of talisman paper inscribed with thunder patterns slipped into his sleeve.
He had already persuaded Su Ling'er to return to the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy.
For one thing, faced with An Zuo's uncanny speed, he had no confidence that he could protect her. One careless moment could see that young flower wither and die.
For another, this was a personal feud between him and An Zuo. Su Ling'er's presence would only hold him back, keeping him from fighting freely.
Compared with their last encounter, An Zuo's aura had clearly grown stronger. Even if he had not reached the late stage of the Heaven Transformation Realm, he was not far from it.
With An Zuo's unique cultivation technique and Spirit Artifact thrown into the mix, Su Qing might not come out ahead in a head-on clash.
Moreover, once he attacked, Su Qing did not believe the people of the Defiled Valley would stand idly by. Who knew how many Heaven Transformation Realm cultivators might surround him then?
But why did he have to attack head-on?
At that thought, an excited, cold smile crept onto Su Qing's face, and his hands moved even faster as he made the lightning talismans.
Hehehe, you little bastard, just wait for your grandpa. In a moment, I'll show you what fucking Ten Million Volts feels like!
That night.
A slender crescent moon passed over the treetops, its dim light barely perceptible, too faint even to cast a shadow.
A gale had risen at dusk, carrying currents of cold air that chilled people to the bone.
The scene perfectly suited a certain saying.
A moonless night for murder, a windy day for arson.
*It would be a shame to waste