True Monarch Yan Chen looked in the direction of the voice. His eyes pierced the void and saw an older man wearing an imperial crown and gown with three multicolored dragons on them.
"Isn't it Retired Prince Ji Qiang?" said Yan Chen with a nonchalant smile, "I have not seen you for quite some time. By the way, what do you mean by coming to receive death? When did our Dao Opening Sect offend you?"
Soon True Monarch Ji Qiang arrived in front of Yan Chen. His eyes were cold, and snorted indifferently. "His Majesty and Ji Xiang might swallow their loss for what you people did not my great-nephew, but I won't. One of you has to pay."
"Your great-nephew?" asked Yan Chen, then he seemed to remember something. "Oh, you mean Crown Prince Ji Song. This thing happened decades ago, why are you still bringing up old news?"
"You almost killed him and ruined his foundation forever!" roared Ji Qiang.
