It was a primal fear.
Qi Qingshan was certain of it.
There were too many unknown factors now.
Originally, he had only planned to draw out the small fry. Then, he would look for an opportunity to find a breakthrough with Li Zixuan, follow the trail, and extract more information.
However, he never would have expected this!
The small bait had indeed hooked a big fish.
But the problem was...
...he was only just now realizing...
...this wasn't just a big fish. It was a goddamn hurricane!
It had capsized the fishing boat on the spot. Now, he wasn't worried about his investigation, but whether he could even survive an encounter with the Sword God's sect members.
"Sigh..."
At this thought, Qi Qingshan went numb. Cold sweat trickled down his temples as fear spread through his heart like spilled ink.
The figures in the sky were untouchable, all experts of the Venerable Realm.
