The young man's face was somewhat pale, yet it was filled with stubbornness and resentment, "Shut up, you beasts. Xiaoxiao was the woman I loved. Not only did you defile her, but you even killed her. I never had masters or sect mates like you. It is my incompetence that I cannot avenge Xiaoxiao. Even if I can't kill you today, I will take you down with me."
Qinghe gasped in surprise, but it was this faint sound that immediately alerted the middle-aged man.
His eyes, glittering with sharpness and ruthlessness, searched the surroundings, "Who's there, come out."
The young man across from him snorted coldly and mocked, "A clear conscience fears no midnight knock. Just a gust of wind, and you're scared like this."
The man squinted his eyes and sized up Jia Xiantian for a long while, seeing no trace of abnormality. His gaze suspiciously swept the area, but when he found nothing, he slightly relaxed. Could it be that he was just being overly cautious, overly sensitive?