As a voice filled with amazement rang out, a figure clad in night clothes with a black scarf concealing his face appeared in midair.
With a beckoning motion of his hand,
the flying sword that had been sent flying shot back into his grasp.
His eyes were fixed on Shen Changchuan,
and a powerful aura emanated from him.
A pressure like a small mountain
suffused the air.
"To contend with, and even overpower, someone in the Soul Emergence Realm while only in the Qi Introduction Realm... I originally refused to believe someone so formidable truly existed. Now... now I'm a believer."
The man in black gazed at Shen Changchuan,
his eyes a mixture of admiration and pity.
It was the kind of pity one feels when watching a genius on the verge of death.
"And which member of the Shen Family might you be?"
"Setting a trap here to ambush your own kin... Aren't you afraid of the Ancestor's punishment for such a transgression?"
