At the edge of the darkness, a river seemed to flow.
On its bank, a figure flickered in and out of view.
"Lord Shen, come. A battle between us is inevitable. If you die, I live. If I die, you live."
The Sect Leader's voice drifted over.
Shen Bai stroked Amber's head, raised Cold Moon, and blurred into an afterimage, streaking toward the riverbank.
Since he was here, he would be taking the Sect Leader's head.
...
「On the riverbank.」
The Sect Leader, dressed in a straw raincoat, sat tall on a stone, a fishing rod in hand.
Beside him was a clean fish basket, already holding a few small fish.
As if sensing Shen Bai's arrival, the Sect Leader turned his head and smiled.
"It's been a long time since I've fished. I'd almost forgotten I was once a fisherman in Fenglin State." The Sect Leader pointed to the spot beside him. "Lord Shen, care to take a seat?"
