Yet the Old Beggar sent them flying eight hundred li with a single slap, saying that only Wuhen could collect this debt—and he would definitely get it.
If Xing Han and the Foolish Eagle went, they probably would not even make it past the outer perimeter. They might even be chased ten thousand li. As for why, the Old Beggar only said one thing:
They were too damn ugly!
So Qian Wuhen came to collect the debt. The reason his bearing was so fierce was that Old Dad had truly taught him how to collect debts before: he had to control his presence precisely, had to be fierce, and could not say a single word. Just give them an icy look and let them figure it out themselves:
If you do not repay the debt, I'll live in your house!
The distance between Qian Wuhen and Han Xuan grew closer and closer, and the atmosphere gradually became subtle.
Their gazes met involuntarily, yet Qian Wuhen did not stop walking. As he passed by her, he even nodded unconsciously, fragments of old memories flooding into his mind.
Han Xuan's heart jolted. Extreme astonishment filled her eyes as she cried out, "W-Wuhen Ge?!"
"Han Xuan..."
Qian Wuhen turned his head and slowly came to a stop, his heart likewise trembling. After a long silence, he finally said, "I never expected you to still be in the Heavenly Peak Sect. It has been a long time."
Han Xuan smiled faintly, her eyes filled with relief and free-spirited ease. "I never expected Wuhen Ge to step onto the immortal path either, much less that I would meet you here."
"Hehe, fate truly works in strange ways." Qian Wuhen had become much more steady, and a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of