The words that escaped Wen Ran's lips were sharp, cutting through the air like a thousand blades. Even someone as powerful as the Vice Sect Master felt an unfamiliar tremor of fear stir deep within him. He couldn't explain why, but he knew this voice belonged to Wen Ran, and he had most likely discovered that all of his stolen treasures were now safely tucked away in his personal spirit pouch.
What he couldn't understand, though, was the sheer magnitude of the hatred Wen Ran had unleashed. All he had taken were some spirit stones and a few old items—practically garbage in the grand scheme of things. Yet, for some reason, Wen Ran had decided to hold onto them, to use them as fuel for a revenge.