Li Guanqi, engrossed in etching his sword intent into the cliff, felt a peculiar gaze on him. It belonged to an old man, someone he’d never seen. This old man had a completely foreign aura. There was no enmity in his gaze, just curiosity, like the other disciples.0

He let out a long exhale. Maybe he was overthinking.0

Despite appearing fine after Ju Shaolin’s attack, he had actually sustained minor injuries, though nothing that would hinder him in a fight. He had tried to plant Yin Hellfire in Ju Shaolin’s body, but Ju Shaolin had blocked it easily. 0

Li Guanqi...0