Although Luo Qianchou had never shown himself from the beginning of that great encirclement to its end, and even when everyone was sucked into this perilous place,
Ling Shuang was certain that he had been among the cultivators who took part in the encirclement back then, and that he was now trapped within this dangerous land just like them.
It was simply that this man's thoughts were always too unrestrained and bizarre, sometimes utterly absurd and far beyond the clouds. No one could ever get a read on his temperament.
Others might think Luo Qianchou had deliberately hidden himself, gathering strength in secret and preparing to appear at the crucial moment to save the day, then slaughter his way through the west.
But based on Ling Shuang's understanding of him, the chances of that happening were minuscule.
With that fellow's strange way of thinking, who knew what bizarre thing he was doing right now? Perhaps he was squatting somewhere, fishing in this sea of blood.
"Meishan's sword has long thundered in my ears."
"To meet you today, Fellow Daoist, fills my heart with joy. If I can kill you as well, that would be joy upon joy!"
As she pondered, two gloomy voices emerged from the demonic clouds.
Ling Shuang rolled her eyes at those words and shook her head helplessly.
From childhood to adulthood, there had never been any shortage of people around her who wanted to kill her.
Before Dao Entry, Senior Brother had wanted to kill her. After Dao Entry, Martial Uncle had wanted to kill her. After she seized the sword, Martial Ancestor had wanted to kill her.
And that was only within Meishan. Outside Meishan, those who wanted her dead were as numerous as ox hairs, impossible to count.
"Can't you come up with something