"Wen Renhong, it's actually you!?"
The Sword Dominator Sect Master Duan Zhendong stared at the hunched figure not far away, his rough face brimming with murderous intent.
"Where is Su Baimo?!"
The now-unmasked Wen Renhong had a hunched figure, a pale and gaunt face, with a pair of long and narrow, yet spirited, eyes.
"Sword Dominator Sect Master, that's a good question, I too would like to know where Su Baimo has gone."
"Why don't you visit the Netherworld Road and ask for me? That would also put my doubts to rest."
"Courting death!"
Anger flashed across Duan Zhendong's face as he reached back to draw the nine-ringed broadsword and charged at him.
"So eager to seek death?"
Wen Renhong spoke unhurriedly, "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
As his words fell, Duan Zhendong only felt a blur before his eyes and when he looked again, the other figures around him had vanished.