"You really dare to court death!" Dan Wen curled his lip, muttering to himself.
Sikong Lianyan's two long willow leaf eyebrows knit together, her cool gaze fixed on what was slowly becoming identifiable as a figure approaching.
Yet before that figure even took a full step, he was already closing the distance, as if shrinking the ground to mere inches.
"Old Hong, that's the guy who hurt you, just a little brat, huh." Kong Er's gaze burned with intensity as he suddenly strode forward.
The person approaching was Lin Mo.
Sikong Lianyan sized up Lin Mo, finding him even younger than she had expected. His fine, flowing black hair fluttered in the wind. Dressed in a hooded casual outfit, he actually looked rather handsome, but he seemed too refined, more like a scholar than a martial artist.
