Jing Jiu quietly watched the person on the snowy mountain. For some reason, there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.
He had not previously known that the young Profound Yin Cult Master was Wang Xiaoming. Only when he passed through Cold Mountain with Gu Qing that year had he clearly sensed the killing intent in the other man's gaze, and so, quite naturally, he had thought of killing him first.
To kill someone, he first had to find out who they were. While he accompanied Guo Dong in admiring spring, summer, and autumn, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing had investigated this man down to the last detail through the Curtain Rollers and other channels, including, naturally, those so-called fortuitous encounters.
So long as there were enough fortuitous encounters, even the most bizarre, inconceivable rate of growth could be explained.
But Jing Jiu was all too familiar with that feeling of things being arranged, that taste of being controlled, that air of a game.
The successful reforging of the Blazing Sun Banner made him even more certain that the person hidden behind the scenes was his Senior Brother.
Jing Jiu could almost already see that young man's tragic end: either killed by him, or toyed to death by his Senior Brother.
Wang Xiaoming stood at the snowy cliff's edge, watching the two people on the ground, utterly shocked. He wondered who that person could be, to actually know his greatest secret.
The next moment, he finally saw Jing Jiu's face clearly and froze.
He muttered to himself, "It was you?"
Surprise, shock, and wild joy-all these emotions battered his heart, making him forget the chill he had felt when Jing Jiu exposed the truth with a single remark.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing