A pair of eyes watched Jing Jiu from within the flames that seemed about to set the night ablaze, filled with venomous hatred and Killing Intent.
These two emotions were so intense that they almost became tangible things, emerging from the Blazing Sun Banner.
Not many people in the world wanted to kill Jing Jiu, but there were certainly some.
Yet very few hated him so deeply or harbored such fierce Killing Intent.
Jing Jiu watched that place quietly, his gaze gradually sharpening like a real sword.
Deep within distant Cold Mountain lay the mountain gate of the Profound Yin Sect.
Late into the night, the gorge remained parched, without the slightest trace of moisture. This was due to the underground fire vein, and also had to do with the Blazing Sun Banner.
Turning the sect into a religious order might provoke suppression by the orthodox factions, so the Profound Yin Sect was naturally very cautious and had activated the Mountain Gate Formation well in advance.
Beside a raised platform hidden somewhere in the cliff face, someone gazed into the distance, his thoughts unknown, his silhouette somewhat desolate.
Deep within the cave abode stood a soft couch. Ever since becoming paralyzed, Su Qige, the former Profound Yin Sect Master, had lain there.
Gao Ya stood beside the couch, staring down into Su Qige's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Even if everything goes your way, you can never become the cult leader!"
As the Profound Yin Sect's sole surviving Seventh-Generation Elder, his cultivation realm was extremely high, and over the past two years he had taken control of the sect's power. Yet his face had long since lost its former air of having everything in hand, because only now had he discovered that his supposed control had