Third update!
Gu Shaoqing just stood gazing at Chen Xijun's retreating figure, his eyes gleaming with a hint of admiration.
"Gu Shaoqing from the Six Fan Sect? A rare disciple of Taoism whose cultivation realm is only higher than mine, not lower! If he insists on pursuing me, a great battle is inevitable tonight!" Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself as he left the morgue.
The night was as dark as ink, and a crescent moon hung high.
The cold, deserted streets echoed with chilling, deathly stillness.
Perhaps due to this eerie atmosphere, the streets were completely deserted, though now there was Ye Chenfeng.
With furrowed brows, clear eyes, a high nose, and cold lips, Ye Chenfeng strolled lazily down the empty street, expressionless.
It was as if he stepped into Asura Hell; an endless aura of death rolled in, bringing with it chills down Ye Chenfeng's spine and a tingling scalp.
