“You are Xing an.”
Imperial preceptor Jiang Baigui first greeted upper emperor sword god Bai Qu'er, then Yi Shisheng. Only then did he come in front of Xing an. He sized him up and recognized him. “You helped Upper Emperor Sword God and destroyed Divine Strategy’s left guard?”
Xing an stood up. His body was tattered and full of wounds, but he actually didn’t have any pain senses. His body was also assembled, so all his pain senses had long been wiped away.
In truth, he rarely had human emotions.
The two saints of eternal peace that appeared once every five hundred years finally came face to face. Xing an turned his head to look at Jiang Baigui and sized him up. He felt that his face was repulsive, and he actually looked somewhat similar to himself. There was an indescribable loathing.
This loathing came from the light of reason and wisdom in Jiang Baigui’s eyes. Xing an also had this light of reason and wisdom, but the two of them chose different paths.
