998 The Sighs (1/2)

The sigh was light and clear as if it was a dewdrop on a flower and that there was a reflection of the flower in the dewdrop. It came from deep in the darkness and purified the dark night. The moon seemed clearer. The relics of the imperial city seemed cleaner. Willows slightly swept the water. It almost looked like nothing had happened tonight.

People reacted distinctively different upon hearing the sigh. Some were surprised, some scared, some stunned, and some became pale and retreated into the crowd. It was because they knew that person in the darkness must be someone from the Academy. But they had no idea who he was.

Long Qing knew who that was. He looked into the darkness but could not find the person, which made him worried. Many years ago, that person ended the massive battle between Taoism and Devil's Doctrine with a single sigh. A few years later, he sighed again in the White Tower Temple, trapped the Chief Monk of Scripture of the Xuankong Temple, and released Ning Que and Sangsang. What will he do tonight with his sigh?

The dying Liu Yiqing smiled in relief upon hearing that sigh. It was not because someone from the Academy finally showed up or that it was a proof of something. But rather, he was certain that what he wished for would come true.

Hengmu Liren realized who that person was. Because throughout the cultivation world, no one else could have broken through the two thousand cavalrymen from the West-Hill and came to him.

He inhaled deeply. The thirteen slim slashers became brighter and the golden flowers around him became more massive. They were all ready to launch an attack towards the person who sighed.

He was not intimidated at all. Instead he was filled with a fighting spirit despite the draining of Haotian's Divine Flame from his body. But there was no excitement in his eyes, and the naive cruelty was replaced with calmness immediately. As arrogant as he was, he must pull together all of his energy and power in order to defeat this legendary figure.

Long Qing stared at the darkness while he said, ”Let go of him.”

It was not said to that person in the darkness but to Hengmu. Liu Yiqing was seriously wounded and dying. Yet Hengmu did not want him to die. He wanted him to suffer from tremendous torture but stay alive. That was why the person in the darkness sighed profoundly and the mountains and rivers echoed. It was clearly conveyed that he would not allow such cruelty.

Hengmu did not show any emotions and his hand was still on Liu Yiqing's chest. He spoke toward the darkness, ”As expected, the Academy sent someone here. Isn't that what the Divine Halls wanted? Why should I let go of him?”

Long Qing said, ”I was waiting for Ning Que, not him.”

Hengmu asked, ”What's the difference? They are both traitors from the Academy. And he is much more important than Ning Que.”

Long Qing said, ”The more important he is, the stronger he must be. No matter who came from the Academy tonight, I would try to get hold of him. But since it's him, this makes no sense.”

Starlights were flaming in Hengmu's eyes, and his voice became a roaring campfire in the wind. He stared at the deep of the darkness and said, ”I would still try to take him down.”

Long Qing showed pity toward his ignorant courage.

Right then the person in the darkness sighed again. It was the sigh of an adult when he saw a kid playing non-sense. It was also sympathetic.

Hengmu sensed his sympathy and turned even more gloomy. Yet his mind was calmer because he had to keep absolutely calm if he wanted to take down that person.