Trap to Kill
Penerjemah: Legge
Iridescent Clouds Palace, Ash Parasol Mountain.
An old man in scarlet robes flew through the air without relying on any external objects, descending slowly in front of a cave abode on the middle of a mountain.
The sect badge on his waist indicated that he was from True Fire Sect.
This was Sima Zhi, a Golden Core of True Fire Sect.
A towering ancient tree stood in front of the cave abode with a stone table beneath it. A man in azure blue robes sat solemnly on a stone stool, his long, narrow eyes shimmering coldly.
"Brother Cang Lang, why have you called for me so urgently?"
Sima Zhi asked the moment he landed.
The azure-robed man was Perfected Being Cang Lang of Iridescent Clouds Palace!
Perfected Being Cang Lang had a calm expression and took a sip of tea unhurriedly, only speaking after he put down the teacup, "Brother Sima, you don't even know that you're at death's door?!"
"Ah?