"That's right, I no longer have the chance for body possession..."
Jiang Yan took a slow step back, watching Jiang Boqing with his unguarded demeanor, a sneer forming on his face as he said hatefully,
"It seems you and the Green Pond Sect are cut from the same cloth, no wonder… no wonder such a colossal entity - the Green Pond Sect! I've been on the run in the Five Prefectures for years, yet such a minor cultivator as myself could not be captured."
"Blood has flowed into rivers along the way, every time a Green Pond Sect stronghold was breached, materials for breakthrough would always appear… Those grudges and resentments that had been collected over ten or dozens of years would always be delivered to me in gourds."
His pupils dilated, his fists nearly dripping blood, he said in a piercing voice,
"Jiang Boqing! What a self-directed play you've staged... You and the Green Pond mutually benefit, putting on quite a performance!"
