“It’s you!”0

Ye Qing’s pupils contracted as he stared at the figure standing at the spot where he was a moment ago. 0

He was none other than the old servant standing behind Westwind’s Boss.0

He was the one who whispered to him earlier.0

If empty threats were all the old servant had, then Ye Qing would not have batted an eyelid. The problem was that those two innocuous lines had almost killed him.0

When the old servant said his first line, it was the Earthly Sovereign Bell who blocked a fatal blow for him. When he said his second line, it was Long-browed Divine Monk’s alms bowl that saved him a second time.0

What was truly scary about all this was that he never noticed that something was wrong until way after the fact. Twice the old...0