Clearly, he had already discovered Tian Qiweng, but he merely glanced at Tian's hidden position, pretending as if nothing was amiss, and leisurely walked to the center of the magic cave, facing the sword scar left by Xuanyi.
Thin raindrops fell on his cheeks, and he gazed at that sword scar in the rain, his dark golden pupils flickering with a bizarre color.
"Xuanyi!" He muttered to himself the name that had instilled fear in Linlang Domain for fifty years.
These two words were like a nightmare that had lingered in the hearts of many cultivators in Linlang Domain for years.
"The situation is different now, old fellow."
"Linlang Domain is ushering in a prosperous era, ruled by the Five Masters. The old-timers of the bygone era will eventually be crushed by the tide of history."
...
Elsewhere, Liou Yuan and Little Ming King entered and exited at just the right time to miss each other.
So neither Little Ming King nor Liou Yuan knew of each other's existence.
