"Have we met before?" Li Xiaoyao's eyebrows raised slightly.
"We have not." Wu Xuan shook his head faintly, his face always adorned with a trace of a faint smile, which seemed gentle but concealed a hint of chilliness.
"I know you, but you may not know me," Wu Xuan's smile under the sunlight took on an unsettling curve as he said, "Someone asked me to take your life, but I think killing is always bad, so if there is a peaceful way to resolve this, why resort to violence? Don't you agree?"
Li Xiaoyao's brow furrowed deeper, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Let me remind you." Wu Xuan's finger lightly traced his lips, those blood-red lips, thirsting for blood, "The Tang Family of Jindu, remember them?"
The Tang Family of Jindu!
Li Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly, so that was it, that was it!
He had thought by killing the Tang Family's head, he could thoroughly deter the Spirit Attacher forces of the Tang Family overseas, yet he had underestimated the great clan.