Following Liuu Yifei's gaze, everyone turned to look at the white-robed figure standing among the Loose Cultivators.
The figure stood with one hand behind his back, his expression as calm as still water. His white robes were immaculate, and his eyes were clear yet profoundly deep.
"Ye Wushuang, did you think I wouldn't find you just because you were hiding here?" Liuu Yifei said coldly, his sharp gaze piercing through the void like a cold blade to land on Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang?
The group of Loose Cultivators stared at Ye Wushuang with curiosity. 'When did this person show up next to us? We didn't notice him at all.'
"So you found me. What are you going to do about it?" Ye Wushuang retorted, looking at Liuu Yifei with a scoff.
"I'm going to take your life, of course. No one can help you here."
A cold glint flashed in Liuu Yifei's eyes. Remembering the previous humiliation and disgrace Ye Wushuang had caused him, killing intent uncontrollably erupted from his heart.
