"You're laughing at your mother!"
Boom!
Chen Xun threw a punch at the spot just behind Ji Kun... blasting a terrifying hole through the wall behind him. Snow-laden wind howled ceaselessly through it.
Cold sweat broke out all over Ji Kun. He finally calmed down involuntarily as gust after gust of icy wind struck his back, chilling him to the bone. Just now, he had actually felt the sense of horror of death.
Chen Xun slowly raised his fist again. Violent spiritual power battered Ji Kun without cease, as though it would kill him in a single blow.
His gaze sharpened, his eyes icy as he suddenly unleashed a punch!
"Moo!!"
"Chen Xun!"
Whoosh! That fierce fist wind abruptly stopped, hanging right before Ji Kun's eyes. Even his ash-white hair was blasted backward in an instant.
Yet Ji Kun did not blink even once. He stared straight at Chen Xun and calmly said, "Martial Uncle Chen, put your hand down first."
Chen Xun took a step back and lowered his hand, his eyes still filled with indifference.
"I'll go to the Southern Dipper Mountain Secret Realm."
"I know."
"That year, many things happened within the Southern Dipper Mountain Secret Realm. I didn't want to drag you into it."
"Was it resolved?"
"It was. But I couldn't stay among the Outer Sect Elder disciples any longer, either."
Ji Kun's expression was composed, though he already looked somewhat aged. The look in his eyes as he turned towards Chen Xun finally changed. Relieved, he said, "I never expected you to still remember me... Congratulations on Foundation Establishment. Martial Uncle, please sit."
Whooo! Whooo! Whooo!
The draft still howled endlessly through that gaping hole, yet the two sat facing each other at the wooden table. Big Black Ox only dared poke his head