"""You're being deceitful!""" Wei Yang's face darkened like the deep waters, a flush of blood swiftly surfacing on his face, his voice piercingly sharp.
"Ha ha," the Mountain Lord, transformed by Chen Yuan, mocked with a sneer, "I was merely testing whether you were worthy of collaborating with me,"
"But you're too weak!"
Wei Yang's eyelids twitched rapidly, a flash of urgency and anger in his eyes. Damn it, he had been fooled.
In his sudden anger, he glanced darkly toward a direction to the side, made a gesture with his hand, and then exploded off his feet, charging at Chen Yuan, "Then let's give it a try!"
His hand suddenly grew white, spike-like fur, nails elongating, into cold, sharp claws that flickered with an icy gleam, grasping towards Chen Yuan.
At that very moment, a few miles behind Chen Yuan, atop a densely wooded mountaintop, a speck of light reflecting off the sun rapidly shot forth, silently, aiming for Chen Yuan's back.
