"If you don't want to die, shut your mouth," Li Xiaoyao said indifferently, exuding an air of superiority, as if he was discussing an insignificant trifle.
Mr. Ding raised an eyebrow and chuckled, but the smile held an undercurrent of deadly seriousness.
"I, Ding Zhen, have roamed the martial world for decades. Since the battle on Ping Mountain at Zhu Island City thirty years ago, where I slaughtered more than a dozen of Zhang Shanmen's disciples, no one has dared to speak to me in that tone. It's been many years, you are the first," Ding Zhen said with a sneer, his face filled with murderous intent, so dense that even the tea in his cup turned to ice.
"The name Ding Zhen sounds so familiar."
"I remember now—it's the Feng Shui Master, Ding Zhen, once one of the top ten Feng Shui Masters in Zhu Island City, the master known as 'the dragon seeker.'"
