The chill behind Lotus Peak was somewhat heavy, and it was not because of the night rain.
The tall figure in the depths of the dense forest slowly took a step forward.
The night was illuminated by firelight.
It was a figure clad in heavy armor, an eerie green flame emanating from the hollow inside its helmet, looking down disdainfully and mockingly at the young man in black before it.
"Zhao Chunyang has been in seclusion for ten years. Nicely said... they call this seclusion. Put less nicely, it has been said throughout the Dachu Dynasty that Zhao Chunyang died ten years ago."
Xie Xuanyi's heart trembled.
He lifted his head expressionlessly, staring at the armored figure before him.
"If Zhao Chunyang were still alive, then from the moment I stepped into the territory of Lotus Peak, I should have been dead."
The armored figure spoke softly, "But I'm sorry, I'm still alive."
Xie Xuanyi slightly frowned, his gaze moving past the armored figure, looking up into the higher skies.
