Borrowing a Strand of Dog Fur

The Ancient Jade Saint Sovereign looked like a piece of rich jade. His thick, black hair cascaded down his face with two locks of hair fluttering in front of his forehead, blocking out a part of his handsome face. Despite this, he still looked very eye-catching.

However, what he had said puzzled Bu Fang.

Bu Fang furrowed his brows. He could feel the terrifying murderous intent from the other. That murderous aura carried nothing but hostility.

With the expansion of Bu Fang's spirit sea, he became more sensitive in sensing energy and emotions. 

He had no good intentions? He came knocking on his door at midnight and even brought along his malicious intent?

Bu Fang arched his brows, assessing the young man in front of him.

"Do I know you?" asked Bu Fang seriously.

Ancient Jade Saint Sovereign raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a charming smile as he answered, "Perhaps you don't know me, but I know you. I…"

Bam!