As the Witch Immortal's mind filled with innumerable speculations and guesses when charging towards those brazen mortals who dared to intrude upon Its territory...
For instance, were these mortals a group of Taoists from some renowned Taoist hall, or perhaps a group of Monks from some famous temple?
Or could it be that the Imperial Court's killers had come, or maybe followers of some deviant cult, unafraid to die and deliver themselves to Its doorstep?
In the end, none of the myriad imaginations and conjectures that had surfaced in Its mind were correct.
It had never imagined that the mortals bold enough to trespass upon Its domain would be an old foe of Its, Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple, the very man It had been obsessing over.
Although this phrase sounded somewhat ambiguous.
The truth was indeed so.
