Hui Yue narrowed his eyes as he saw the bearded man’s gesture, clearly promising suffering was coming to Hui Yue. This man was without a doubt the cultivator Hui Yue had the pleasure of sparring with the previous night. The white-haired boy felt how the red mist within was boiling, fighting against the blue cloud to get out.
Hui Yue took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes as he calmed himself and slowly dimmed the killing intent. As his eyes opened up once more, they were filled with a coldness which coupled with his pale skin caused him to look like a grim reaper.
Both Sha Yun and Deng Wu noticed the difference in Hui Yue, but as they looked out the window the two of them saw nothing apart from the usual city streets which quickly swept past them due to the magical beast that was pulling the carriage.