Amid the boundless curtain of snow.
"Cough, cough!"
Tian Dayong's face was pale as he coughed and sprinted wildly onward.
He also carried a sword on his back: Lian Youming's Gall-Illuminating Sword. It had been left at the Baji Sect before the trip to Cangzhou.
Behind Tian Dayong, two other figures followed at a steady distance, a man and a woman who looked to be in their early thirties.
Both were extraordinarily formidable fighters, and they had come for that sword.
No, more precisely, they had come for Lian Youming.
"I remember you're the sect master of the Eagle Claw Sect, aren't you? How interesting. Wasn't it the Taiji Demon who brought your sect low? Where is he?" The man behind him kept talking, but never once unleashed a killing blow or heavy attack. He merely followed.
Tian Dayong's gaze was dark. "You're the ones behind everything that's been happening in the martial world lately, aren't you!"
"Heh-heh, indeed! Indeed!"
It was the woman who answered.
Tian Dayong said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid the entire Northern and Southern Martial Arts World will rise against you?"
The man scoffed. "What Northern and Southern Martial Arts World? That name is ancient history, utterly outdated... no, you're just a pack of nobodies. A mere martial artist with Three Energies Unification like you can become a sect master. What a joke."
Wind and snow struck Tian Dayong's chest, his expression savage. "You gang up on me, and you think you're fit to judge me!"
The man was not angered. He said languidly, "Outnumbered or not, I'm afraid you won't be making it back alive today."
The woman suddenly called out, "Senior brother! He seems to be leading us around in circles!"
The man sighed helplessly. "How about this? Take us to