The man in black was somewhat short, his face covered with black cloth, his head lowered so that his eyes and brows could not be seen.
Jiang Rui sensed danger. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "I didn't expect us to start killing one another so soon."
The man in black said listlessly, "Shouldn't you first wonder how I found you, then sigh over things like that? An idiot like you wouldn't be dying unjustly."
Jiang Rui recalled a few things and relaxed instead, smiling without a word.
There are no sects here, no elixirs, no teachers or elders. My talent is greater than yours. Could I possibly be inferior to you?
This was something that had always rankled with him-or rather, with every rogue cultivator apart from He Zhan. In the eyes of those powerful rogue cultivators, they had reached cultivation realms comparable to those disciples of great sects simply by cultivating on their own from cultivation methods. If they had renowned teachers and so many precious elixirs to take, what would those disciples amount to?
At least in certain respects, the Cloud-Dream Illusion had leveled that disparity.
So Jiang Rui was very confident. Whether the person opposite him was Jing Jiu, Bai Qianjun, or Tong Yan, he believed none of them could be his match.
The man in black yawned. "You really are an idiot. Haven't you thought about it? If your talent really were as good as He Zhan's, a whole crowd of sects outside would have been crying and clamoring to take you in long ago. You wouldn't be where you are now."
The smile gradually faded from Jiang Rui's face, because the man in black had struck at what weighed on his mind, because of the name He Zhan.
A sudden gust rose along the long