The blizzard was fierce, nearly sealing the mountain paths.
After he left the Market, the sky had already turned pitch-black, with only a few scattered lights twinkling in the distance.
A thick layer of snow blanketed the ground. As Chen Che walked, he left no footprints behind. He didn't head directly for Ji Xianlong's residence. Instead, he took a few winding detours to ensure no one was following before finally making his way toward the main street.
'Ji Xianlong, I spared your life once, but you clearly didn't cherish it.'
Ji Xianlong lived in a large residence on the main street.
This area was the closest to Jinyun Valley and had relatively abundant Spiritual Qi, making it a prime choice for wealthy Loose Cultivators.
From a distance, he could still see lights on inside.
"Boss, why hasn't that Zhao Deyou made his move? Is he too gutless to go through with it? What if he turns around and sells us out? After all, the man's a Tributor!"
