His name contained "Shang"?
And he had attained the Sun and Moon Son of Heaven Fate?
Liu Huan's expression darkened slightly. Just who was this person, to have silently claimed a place among the very best?
Even Ying Xingzi of the Primordial Skeleton Sect on Dangyin Ridge fell far short of him?
Liu Huan glanced at the purple-robed youth and asked with a smile that never reached his eyes:
"Might I ask your name?"
The purple-robed youth eyed him askance, his tone haughty:
"You don't look like you came from a Sect-tier Dharma Lineage, so don't entertain any ideas of associating with me as an equal."
Anger immediately flared in Liu Huan's heart. He was a Dharma Lineage's Sect Master, after all, ranking slightly above even the direct descendants of first- and second-grade Clans. When had he ever tasted such contempt?
"You whelp..."
His eyebrows rose. He was just about to teach the other party a lesson and display the dignity of a highly accomplished cultivator when he spotted a gray-robed Daoist standing behind the purple-robed youth.
Hiss!
The Twelfth Level of Qi Refining?
Liu Huan's pupils contracted slightly. His raised right hand gently lowered, and he clapped his hands with a laugh:
"What a frank and forthright young fellow you are, hahaha. I am Liu Huan of the Qianji Sect, the head of a Dharma Lineage.
"If you happen to pass by someday, young friend, do drop in at Sun-Watching Peak for a cup of tea."
The purple-robed youth muttered under his breath:
"So it's Men-tier. Northern Mang Ridge really is the countryside. Not a single impressive figure here."
Liu Huan had reached the Twelfth Level of Qi Refining. His five senses were so acute that he could detect even the faintest sounds.
Such whispers right under his nose