"Qingmingzi!" Zhunti gritted his teeth as he uttered three words, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked towards Li Qingming. The overwhelming bitterness seemed ready to burst through the Yun Xiao.
"Ah ha!" Li Qingming raised his eyebrows lightly, feigning surprise as he said: "Why does Master Uncle call out to his disciple with such a heavy tone? Could it be that you miss me too much?"
"Boom!"
The humiliation at the base of Mount Buzhou, the mockery in Yujing Mountain, the oppression within Zixiao Palace... Various scenes flashed through his mind, and Zhunti could no longer suppress the raging fury within his heart. His eyes, distinct in their black and white, shone with a cold and ruthless light, slicing through the air like a sword unsheathed, sweeping towards Li Qingming.
