"I thought so! This face looks so familiar to me, what a coincidence… what a coincidence! So it was you!"
Li Xuanfeng only lowered his gaze in silence, while Qing Jifang burst out laughing, muttering:
"The father, alive, is the Yang; the triple-nine True Talisman; the mother, dead, is the Yin; the Witchcraft Blood Talisman. Well, Jiang Boqing's methods are indeed high."
He bared his snow-white teeth, as if having recovered from that laughter, and called out:
"Bring it here."
His laughter and those cold words instantly drew the attention of the Zifu cultivators in the sky. Li Xuanfeng lifted his brow to glance at him, unmoving.
Qing Jifang fell silent, though he showed no sign of moving, a grey aura about him seemed to struggle with something, emitting clashing metallic sounds. He suddenly arched his brow and looked to the heavens.
