"You deserve to die!"
The icy words carried a frigid gust of wind that swept in, echoing throughout the dungeon.
Frigid gusts converged from all directions.
Pei Yuan shuddered, his eyes filled with disbelief.
That voice was all too familiar!
Pei Yuan swallowed hard.
When he saw the youth standing silently before him, clad in black martial attire that fluttered as if in a phantom wind, a look of stunned disbelief crossed his face. "Jiang... Jiang Chen, weren't you seriously injured and recovering on the Profound Celestial Ice Field? What are you doing here?"
"You knew I was injured and on the Profound Celestial Ice Field? Your sources are quite good, it seems." Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes.
'The news of my injury and my seclusion in Purple Wind City to heal was known only to the Purple Wind Clan and the members of the Ice King Race who came to deliver reparations.'
'The Purple Wind Clan would never have leaked my condition.'
'So that only leaves the Ice King Race…'
