Chu Xisheng felt endless cold well up inside his chest and abdomen, spreading through every limb and bone until his extremities turned icy.
Boundless hatred gnawed at his heart and burned his soul, sending waves of knife-like pain through his Divine Sense.
Chu Xisheng recognized the refined middle-aged man below, dressed in the robes of a First-Rank duke, with a crescent-shaped sigil between his brows.
He would have recognized the man even if he had been reduced to ashes!
This was the very man who had personally buried him in Qin Muge's coffin and hammered the soul-suppressing nails into it.
-The current Duke of Wei, Chu Rulai, Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice!
Chu Xisheng's breathing grew heavy and turbid. Veins bulged all over his body, and his fingernails dug deep into his palms.
The First-Rank duke below seemed to sense something and looked up.
But just before their eyes met, Chu Xisheng felt a sharp tug on his sleeve and was forced to step back from the ship's railing.
It was Chu Yunyun. Holding his sleeve, her gaze grave, she sent a thin thread of sound straight into his ear. "Chu Rulai is a powerful Second-Rank cultivator on the Earthly Ranking, and he has your two Divine Artifacts with him. He'll see through your 'White Horse Is Not a Horse' within a single breath. Bear with it for now. There is a long road ahead."
With the talent Chu Xisheng had now displayed, he would be able to contend with Chu Rulai within eight years at most.
Within fifteen years, he would be invincible beneath heaven, his saber towering over the Heavenly Ranking!
But if he exposed his identity now, he would be nothing more than an ant in Chu Rulai's eyes.
Chu Xisheng drew a deep