Hong Yu's steps, about to carry him into the teleportation gate, faltered.
He smoothed out the slip of paper in his hand. A line of small characters was written on it: "The entire Hong Family and the Cyan Nether Sword Sect are in my hands. If you want them to live, get to the Cyan Nether Sword Sect within three days. Otherwise, prepare to collect their corpses!"
The moment Hong Yu finished reading the note,
the slip of paper in his hand went WHOOSH, incinerating into ash.
Hong Yu's eyes narrowed. He let out a cold snort, a blood-red, chilling glint dancing in their depths. "I don't care who you are. Daring to threaten my Master and the others… I'll make you pay a terrible price!"
His fists clenched so tightly they let out a sharp CRACK, CRACK.
He felt no sense of belonging to the Hong Family. His only real connection, the Third Elder, was already dead, leaving him with no attachments to them whatsoever.
But regardless, he had lived there for more than a decade.
Besides…
