C359 The Cunning Yaen Xingchi(part I)

"The movement techniques of the Illusion God Sect seem rather unimpressive, after all."

As the final Celestial Astral Stage cultivator attempting to flee was impaled by a halberd a hundred miles away, Yaen Xingchi licked his lips with a sense of unfulfilled craving, a tinge of melancholy flickering in his eyes.

He had lain low in the North Territory for years