After so long, nothing in the sect could ever escape Wang Hong Dao's control.
But now, a second Qi Yan appeared.
Thinking that, even a person like Wang Hong Dao started to feel fear.
He didn't fear Qi Yan, he feared what he didn't know.
Because the unknown represented variables.
He didn't know about them, and so he couldn't control variables.
Wang Hong Dao instinctively reached behind and clenched the handle of his Blade.
He had a habit of putting his Blade behind his back.
That year, when he killed Tian Shan Ye, he had his Blade just like this.
After so many years, not too many people had managed to force him to draw his Blade.
During the last 500 years, Qi Ruo Ya was the only one to do so.
But Qi Ruo Ya is dead now.
I killed him with this Blade myself.
Wang Hong Dao clenched his Blade tightly, slowly calming his heart.
He began to think again.
Right.
