The youth rode a torrent of True Qi as surging as a river. Even without a Talisman Artifact to carry him, he streaked across the sky like a startling white rainbow, his tremendous speed displaying the depth and endurance of his cultivation.
He wore a vermilion Daoist robe, his long hair falling to his shoulders. His finely wrought face was like crowned jade, with a hint of feminine softness.
On his shoulder perched a Three-Eyed Toad about the size of a fist. Chen Heng could not tell at a glance what rare breed it was or where it came from.
"Qiao Qi? Are you so surprised to see me alive?"
As they passed each other.
Qiao Rui naturally noticed the youth as well, and her small face cooled slightly.
"I... I..."
Qiao Qi started in alarm at her words. Hastily stopping his flight, he looked toward Qiao Rui in a panic, his gaze evasive. For a moment, he was at a complete loss, unable to answer her challenge.
"Your grandfather failed to recognize the tide of the times and insisted on contending with the Clan Leader... Who else can you blame for the position you're in now?!"
After a long while.
Qiao Qi steadied himself, then suddenly sneered and answered harshly:
"For the sake of our shared clan, let me offer you some advice. If you can persuade Qiao Ding to submit, this entire storm will naturally subside, and everyone can live in peace! Otherwise, your own end probably won't be pleasant either. I fear you won't escape death and the destruction of your soul!"
Qiao Rui regarded him impassively, her voice carrying an unprecedented chill:
"The tide of the times? Does that mean following the Clan Leader's wishes? When he first took his position, he concealed himself so well