Xiao Changhe devoted himself to the obscure swordsmanship of the Lishan Sword Sect, the Yin Soul Sword, often spending nights in desolate graves among corpses.
On ordinary days, due to the excessive presence of death and yin energy in his body, he secretly went down to the mountains to consume human blood, and he was actually disliked by the elders and disciples on the mountain top.
They found him odorous.
However, his strength was not diminished in the slightest by his sinister and eerie way of cultivation.
Whenever he encountered someone who looked down on him even slightly, he always found a way to eliminate them...
Moreover, he put on the facade of a virtuous scholar in front of others.
His speech sounded profoundly archaic.
It was just too paternal.
This person, well.
The less one possesses something, the more one tries to display it.
Just now, all he wanted was to showcase a bit of the demeanor of a sage to earn the respect of the other two.
