Waves upon waves, by the shore of Pure Water Lake.
The clear sky was azure and the sun shone brightly, a light breeze swept over the tranquil surface of the lake, causing thousands of points of golden scales to ripple.
In the reed marshes by the lakeside, suddenly a few birds were startled into flight.
Wang Chen retracted his Flying Sword and landed steadily on an open space near the shore of Pure Water Lake.
Hundreds of steps away in front of him, there stood a man in a purple robe!
This man was extremely burly, holding a Ninth Ring Gold and Tin Zen Staff in his hand, with fierce eyes, a lion's nose, and a bald head—he resembled a Buddhist monk at first glance.
But his face was fierce and full of malevolence, devoid of the compassion of a monk; his eyes that stared at Wang Chen were filled with a bloody hue.
A deep scar was diagonally slashed from the corner of the left eye to the chin of the man in the purple robe.
The flesh was turned inside out and dripping with blood!