'A thousand schemes cannot match a single strike of absolute power,' Jiang Chen thought as he sat cross legged on the cold earth.
He felt a familiar razor sharp gaze resting upon him.
Blood Sword Gu Tianhao was staring intensely at him. A twisted, manic grin stretching across his face. It was the look of a man who had found a particularly interesting toy.
Jiang Chen scoffed and did not give him the satisfaction of a response. He simply closed his eyes and began to circulate his qi, the spiritual essence humming in his meridians like a well oiled machine.
Seeing this, Gu Tianhao let out a raspy chuckle that made the nearby cultivators' skin crawl. He also sat down, mimicking Jiang Chen's meditative posture.
Even though both of them were cultivating in the open, seemingly defenseless, this only made them more unfathomable in the eyes of the other cultivators.
