The three from Yingtai slowly approached. They could still faintly sense the lingering aura of Dao Dissolution, but the Dao Dissolution of a Three Heavens Realms cultivator could not yet produce celestial phenomena, so it was not as conspicuous as that of a Golden Core Upper Cultivator.
But one thing was certain: this Guan Bai Ruyu had become a figure of the past.
Xiang Anshi's expression did not change. To him, this was perfectly normal. He would have killed the man too. Why leave such a thorn in his own heart and make himself sick?
Still, there was fun to be had. "Brother Hou, I told you that you needed a new face. If I were a Mirage Tower cultivator, I wouldn't want to see you either."
Hou Niao smiled and said calmly, "I'm ashamed to have interrupted your pleasant outing."
Xiang Anshi's words were laden with meaning. "What is there to be ashamed of? To witness the Demonic Sect swordsmanship renowned across the continent was truly our good fortune. That fleeting glimpse alone made this journey to the continent worthwhile."
He did not ask about Tang Yan. Their friendship had not reached that point, so some things could not be discussed in depth, nor could the other party easily answer. A shallow answer would seem perfunctory, while a deeper one would touch upon the secrets of their respective sects and factions.
But he was growing increasingly interested in this Sword Cultivator. That single display of swordsmanship had been stunning, and even now he was replaying it in his mind. How would he have countered it himself? It did not seem easy.
It also seemed somewhat different from the Quanzhen Swordsmanship he had imagined, or read about in his sect's records.
He was someone on Hou Niao's level, which made