Eastern Saint Garrison, atop the pavilion on the Highest Peak.
Looking at the two Spirit-Entrusting Tokens in his hand, both utterly extinguished, Ning Daohuan could not stop his face from twitching violently.
He had only just praised Zhu Ziji for surviving a hundred battles, only to be slapped in the face immediately afterward.
It had been the same with that Wang Ba earlier.
Had he not known how unlikely it was, he would have suspected someone was deliberately targeting him.
At the sight, Tang Ji also narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger flickering in his gaze.
"Are you making a fool of me?"
"This... forgive me, Revered Immortal Tang! I would never dare entertain such a thought! Nor would I have any reason to do so. Please judge wisely, Revered Immortal Tang!"
"As for why these two suddenly died, I... I truly do not know either. Rest assured, Revered Immortal Tang, I will investigate and get to the bottom-"
"Spare me!"
Tang Ji snorted coldly and swept his sleeve as he rose into the air, saying icily:
"I will return in a year."
Then he flew into the distance without pausing.
"Revered Immortal Tang! Revered Immortal Tang!"
Watching Tang Ji vanish straight into the horizon, Ning Daohuan's face, previously plastered with ingratiating smiles and apologies, abruptly darkened.
Bang!
A wisp of escaping Law Power blasted the pavilion apart, sending shattered stones, bricks, and tiles flying in every direction.
The surrounding cultivators hardly dared breathe.
Ning Daohuan stood at the center of the pavilion, gritting his teeth, his expression so dark it seemed about to drip water.
"Bastard! That man surnamed Tang is an absolute bastard!"
"He doesn't take me seriously at all!"
"Not at all!"
"I'm going to kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Whenever he thought of how he had