"What? You want to kill me?"
Duan Moxuan sat cross-legged atop the mountain peak, speaking softly, his demeanor relaxed and indifferent, clearly not taking Li Yanlong seriously.
Li Yanlong narrowed his eyes and replied, "Not to kill you, merely to confirm something."
"What is it?"
"Is it true that Zhenghua Evil Buddha's sudden emergence is tied to your King Yan Palace?"
"You're overthinking it."
"Impossible! Isn't Zhenghua Evil Buddha's master a close friend of your Palace Master?"
Facing Li Yanlong's aggressive questioning, Duan Moxuan furrowed his brow and slowly stood up. His aura burst forth like a sapling growing into a towering tree.
Li Yanlong's battle robe flapped in the wind as he stood opposite Duan Moxuan, the tension mounting.
The starry sky within a billion-mile radius quaked violently, as if it might explode at any moment.
