"You couldn't restrain yourself anymore and finally asked." Qing Yue sneered, "I have my reasons for not returning to Huaxia, and there's nothing worth concealing—I've killed too many people there, and I have too many enemies. If I were to return to Huaxia, who knows how many people would want to deal with me and would surely provoke a slaughter."
"So what, are there really people in Huaxia who can stand against you?"
Edison spoke up, in his eyes, Qing Yue was an invincible presence, one that no one could defeat.
"Myopic."
In the shadows, it seemed as though Qing Yue shook his head, and his hoarse voice continued to drift over, "Huaxia is filled with strong adversaries, far beyond what you see on the surface. Don't forget, even someone like Xuanjizi was able to blow you away. Not to mention there are no fewer than ten people in Huaxia who have reached Xuanjizi's level."
Xuanjizi, Edison knew him all too well.
