"They came looking for you?!" Jiang Guinong stared into the distance, a shiver running down his spine.
Two figures sped toward them from afar, like a pair of stampeding beasts. They kicked up long trails of dust, their momentum overwhelming.
"Who else would they be looking for?" Su Xuan, clad in a Daoist robe, stood tall and poised, his gaze fixed on the two approaching figures.
"Su Xuan, I will come for you again. Just you wait!"
Jiang Guinong had been brewing a killing move. At the cost of two years of his own life, it would have elevated his power enough to instantly defeat Su Xuan. But now, he decisively abandoned the thought. Leaving behind a vicious threat, he turned and fled!
He didn't even spare a thought for his martial-nephew, Wei Junhao!
Jiang Guinong's escape was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.
