The newcomer looked about thirty, tall and stern-faced, wearing a high crown, his hand resting on his sword.
He wore a dark hemp-colored robe and flowing-cloud flying shoes. His crown and robes were exceptionally sumptuous, and a faint golden, fiery sheen lay over his skin, its flames dazzling beneath the brilliant sun.
On the mountain walkway outside the cave wall.
Yan Feichen turned his gaze toward Chen Heng.
One of his eyes was deep purple, while the other had the normal, distinct black and white. It gave him a somewhat uncanny appearance; anyone seeing him for the first time might well find it rather alarming.
But Chen Heng knew that Yan Feichen looked this way because he had failed to master a Spirit Eye Technique. An error while circulating his cultivation had allowed baleful energy to rush into his pupil and change its color. It was no heaven-bestowed anomaly.
"You're different from before."
Lowering his eyelids, he looked Chen Heng up and down several times before saying indifferently:
"Whenever you looked at me before, you seemed to wish you could flay me and eat my flesh. You didn't even know how to conceal your thoughts. Had Zhen'er not doted on you, with my temperament, how could you possibly have survived until now?"
Yan Feichen gave Chen Heng a long look.
"But now you've changed? It seems your accomplishments in cultivation have made even your disposition quite different from before?"
"What instruction have you come to offer today, Elder Yan?"
Chen Heng remained composed. "The departure for the Earth Abyss is approaching. Surely someone of your standing wouldn't come here especially just to trade barbs?"
"You already know why I'm here. Why ask when you know the answer?"
Yan Feichen snorted coldly. His purple eye fixed on Chen Heng for a