The mountain wind whirled out of the dense forest, lifting the hair on Zhao Douan's forehead, while the thick clouds above the sky moved swiftly.
His body was rigid, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he stared intently at the middle-aged magician blocking his path.
Thump thump thump...
His heartbeat was like a drum, with blood rushing through his veins.
The face of the middle-aged "Magic God", completely unfamiliar, reflected clearly in his pupils, his disheveled hair and plain, gray magic robe seemed to fill his entire view.
Zhao Douan's heart sank abruptly, realizing his worst fears had come true. Yet, he did not panic but forced himself to remain calm, raising his eyebrows: "Again? I don't recall having met you before."
The leader of the Magic God Sect seemed to smile, yet not quite: "Back when you returned to the capital from Taicang, my substitute stayed afar, watching you."
