"Bald donkey, are you freaking tracking me?"
Qin Jun's forehead throbbed with a bulging vein as he asked with an unfriendly tone, clearly having no fondness for Sang Liang.
After landing on the grass, Sang Liang stood and dusted off his backside with a laugh. "How could that be? Your men are so strong; if I had been tracking you, they would've noticed long ago."
Qin Jun curled his lip, contemplating whether to eradicate this fellow, as he always felt that Sang Liang was up to no good.
The monks in the lawless lands are all no good—how could a truly compassionate monk come here?
"There's a legend about the Valley of Death, do you want to know it, Young Master Jun Qing?" Sang Liang walked over with a smile, casting a look of wonder at Yuan Hong as he clicked his tongue. "It's rare for members of the Demon Clan to cultivate to this level, and they usually have high self-esteem. I never expected you to associate with a member of the Human Clan so much weaker than you."
