"Earlier, I..."
Kui Leihan's voice faltered.
He had been dwelling beneath the Qingyuan Mountain, yet he had long heard of the renowned "Saint Servant Lord Shou" who basked in the sun.
In the realm of spiritual cultivation, this young man was considered a peerless genius, comparable even to the Ten High Nobles of the past.
Legends and stories abounded, almost overshadowing the name "Kui Leihan."
Kui Leihan only wished to explore the truth—guided by the thought that since Xu Xiaoshou had come, albeit against his better judgment, it was the perfect opportunity to test the authenticity of this "Lord Shou" title.
Little did he expect that the torrent of vitriol from this kid nearly caused him to lose his composure and abandon his facade.
But how could such things be spoken? How could they be explained?
It felt as horrible as casually greeting someone on the street only to be stabbed in the heart with a sword.