My disciples are all villains.

Leng Luo raised his hand to silence the others. "I've injured him. He won't get far…"

Pan Litian was nonchalant. He lazily took a sip of wine before saying, "Little Ai, there's no need to worry… He won't get away."

'Who're you calling Little Ai? My name's f*cking Jiang Aijian!'

"That man must've cultivated the Dao Invisibility skill of the Other Tribes," Leng Luo said, "During their golden years, many Other Tribesmen cultivated the cultivation methods of Great Yan. Among the various methods, the Other Tribes managed to create an extreme escaping technique with the Dao Invisibility."

"Doesn't this mean he'll get away?" Jiang Aijian widened his eyes. That man had come to assassinate him! The others were nonchalant, but Jiang Aijian was not.

"He won't get away…" Pan Litian laughed and said, "We'll have to see who gets to catch this rat first!"

Hua Wudao said, "Elder Leng has struck him too harshly… How could he get away after the instant blast of Primal Qi from the 100-foot avatar? It's boring to catch a rat like that." Despite his words, he moved quickly into the distance, unleashing his Six Compatible Seals.

Leng Luo looked up at Hua Yuexing who was in the air. "The air is your territory. I'll leave it to you."

Hua Yuexing felt invigorated. She cupped her hands and said, "Rest assured, Elder Leng… Let's see if he dares to show up in the air."

Leng Luo stepped forward with his hands on his back and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Speechless, Jiang Aijian looked around himself. 'Fellow friends, how can you be so flippant? I'm relying on you. Can you be more serious about this?'

Mingshi Yin patted his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and said, "You're a Five-leaf elite, aren't you?"

'So what if I'm a Five-leaf cultivator? Can't a Five-leaf cultivator be afraid?' Jiang Aijian complained inwardly. Outwardly, he said, "You're right, Brother Ming. Thank you for the reminder."

"Go away, don't get too close to me. I think you can have a good conversation about life with my Eighth Junior Brother. We're not the same kind of people, you and I. You don't have the strength of character or the moral backbone, do you understand?" Mingshi Yin vanished after he finished speaking.

"…"

…

At the back of the mountain, outside the Cave of Reflection. Under the darkness of the night, nothing could be seen.

A black figure with a hand pressed on his chest looked in the direction of the Cave of Reflection. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings. When he was certain he was alone, he began to move slowly.

At this moment, a golden gourd bottle sailed through the air.

The black figure stayed close to the ground. He hid his aura when he saw the golden gourd. After the golden gourd disappeared, he looked up. He had underestimated the power of the Evil Sky Pavilion. He could sense powerful energies barring his routes of escape in all directions. The back of the mountain was the only option left for him.

The black figure suppressed his surging Qi and blood as he could before he picked up pace.

At this moment, Yu Shangrong, who was sitting with his legs crossed and eyes shut, as he adjusted his condition, moved his ears. "Who's there?"

Swoosh!

The figure entered the barrier and moved to Yu Shangrong's side.

Jiang Liang stayed in the Divine Capital most of the time. He would only leave when he was on a mission. He knew a thing or two about the Evil Sky Pavilion. Unfortunately, he did not know the person before him. He had assumed since the man before him was imprisoned here, the man must be an enemy of the Evil Sky Pavilion.

"Don't make a sound. Otherwise, you'll die." Jiang Liang held one hand against his chest as he looked at Yu Shangrong. A suspicious expression appeared on his face as he probed the man before him. He could not sense any Primal Qi from the man, causing him to relax.

"Comrade, you're hurt." Yu Shangrong's voice was as gentle as usual.

Jiang Liang frowned deeply and said, "You're captured by the Evil Sky Pavilion?"

"That's right," Yu Shangrong answered honestly.

"Why didn't you run away?" Jiang Liang asked.

"Run away?" Yu Shangrong shook his head and said with a smile, "If I could, I would've done that a long time ago. Why would I have to wait until now?"

Jiang Liang nodded. "Looks like… I've underestimated the Evil Sky Pavilion, after all."

Yu Shangrong was just about to stand up when Jiang Liang interjected in a deep voice, "Don't move."

"Are you afraid?"

"I've alerted many elites of the Evil Sky Pavilion. Any movement will catch their attention now. If I die, I'll take you with me," Jiang Liang said.

Yu Shangrong looked at the night sky outside and said, "You want to kill me?"

Jiang Liang appraised Yu Shangrong again.

The moonlight fell upon Yu Shangrong's face.

Jiang Liang thought that Yu Shangrong looked gentle. He said, "I'm only trying to save my own skin. Don't resent me for this."

"There's no need to be afraid, comrade… If this had happened in the past, you wouldn't have lasted a single breath before me," Yu Shangrong said.

"…" Jiang Liang frowned again. He scoffed before he said, "If it weren't for my injuries due to my carelessness, I'm confident I'll be able to escape."

Yu Shangrong shook his head. "You're underestimating the Evil Sky Pavilion."

"What do you mean?"

"Even if I have my cultivation base, it'd be impossible for me to escape this place, let alone someone like you," Yu Shangrong said calmly.

Jiang Liang, naturally, disagreed. "Speak for yourself."

"Overconfidence and conceit are the downfall of men." Yu Shangrong recalled his master's words. It seemed like master's words made sense.

Jiang Liang looked outside, alert, as he said flippantly, "A lowly prisoner like you can't compare to me. We can't even be mentioned in the same breath."

Yu Shangrong smiled and rose to his feet. "I'm sorry."

"Hm?"

"You've picked on the wrong person." Yu Shangrong's words were simple.

Jiang Liang was baffled by Yu Shangrong's words.

Yu Shangrong took a step forward.

Jiang Liang lunged. His dagger gleamed coldly in his hand.

At this moment, Yu Shangrong drew his sword, unsheathing the Longevity Sword. He brought it up in a 45-degree upward motion.

Whoosh!

The sword was sheathed again.

The series of movements flowed smoothly and naturally like water.

The battle had ended!

Clack!

Jiang Liang's dagger broke in half. One half dropped to the ground, the remaining half was still in his grasp. His eyes were brimming with terror. He felt that his sea of Qi had been pierced. Moreover, he felt as though his lower left abdomen to his right shoulder had been slashed. There was a slender cut that crossed his sea of Qi and was slowly spreading. The person did not use Primal Qi at all. 'Did he manage that with his physical strength alone?'

Jiang Liang turned to look at the Longevity Sword at the side. It emitted a faint red glow before it disappeared. It was clear that the sword was an extraordinary heaven-grade weapon.

Yu Shangrong shook his head with slight dissatisfaction, "Under normal circumstances, you would've died instantly. I'm sorry to draw out your pain…"

Blood stained his clothes. Jiang Liang said, "If I hadn't been heavily injured… You, you couldn't have touched me…"

"If you weren't injured?" Yu Shangrong only smiled faintly. He returned to his original spot and sat with his legs crossed before he closed his eyes to rest his spirits. He no longer spoke after that.

Jiang Liang's life was seeping away. With a thud, he slumped to the ground. The instant his sea of Qi was cut open, he no longer had the ability to conjure up his Primal Qi. On top of that, he was injured. He could only wait for his death now. He was not content with this outcome.

When he was on the brink of death, he looked at Yu Shangrong who was sitting cross-legged across from him, he asked, "Who are you? I'll remember… the name of the person… who kills me."

Yu Shangrong opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Liang. He smiled faintly again. "My name is Yu Shangrong."

Jiang Liang chuckled inwardly. 'If he wasn't injured? Now he knew that nothing would have changed even if he weren't injured.' If he were not injured, and Yu Shangrong had access to his cultivation base, he would have died in a gruesome manner.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Liang's head. Whether it was regret, desperation, or a chance to escape, none of those mattered now. Before he breathed his last breath, he uttered his final word, "Good." His head lolled to the side, and he breathed no more.

The night was still, and the moonlight was enticing.

After an unknown period of time, the moonlight shone into the Cave of Reflection again.

Yu Shangrong's long hair was now half-white.