1289 Revisiting the Heaven’s End Cliff 7 (1/2)

Besides Fan Zhuo, everyone's faces were not looking too good and Fan Zhuo had immediately picked up that something was up.

”There are people from the Twelve Palaces at the Heaven's End Cliff.” Fei Yan said through gritted teeth.

”The path always narrows between enemies! I wonder if those two scoundrels we met back in the Cloudy Peaks are there as well. If they are, I would really like to avenge the humiliation we've suffered before!” Qiao Chu said as he clenched his fists so tightly they were making a crackling sound. Although they had managed to survive, but their lives had been saved only with the sacrifice of Ye Sha's life.

Although they did not know how Ye Sha had resurrected, but to a man, having to hide behind someone else's back to live in cowardice was to them just completely unbearable humiliation!

”What is going on here?” Fan Zhuo asked, becoming more confused.

Fei Yan and Rong Ruo knew very clearly about the encounter that Jun Wu Xie, Qiao Chu and Hua Yao had met with in the Cloudy Peaks but Fan Zhuo knew nothing about it. Now that they have stumbled upon the people from the Flame Demons Palace, Rong Ruo explained what had happened before to Fan Zhuo.

Fan Zhuo's face then immediately contorted in rage.

”The Twelve Palaces are truly getting more and more audacious!”

”The relationship between the Nine Temples and the Twelve Palaces have always been subtle and the Four Sides have always withdrawn themselves from the strife. When the Dark Regions stopped getting involved with the affairs of the Middle Realm, the people that were happiest about it were the Twelve Palaces, thinking that they could grab at the opportunity to control everything?” Fei Yan said, his voice a cold sneer.

As the youths carried on with their conversation, none of them noticed that Little Jue whom Jun Wu Xie was carrying in her arms was also looking at them, every single one of their words floating into the little boy's ears and his scarlet eyes suddenly flashed with a strange glint.

”Little Big Brother, painful?” Little Jue raised his head, looking mournfully at Jun Wu Xie.

Jun Wu Xie replied: ”It's not painful anymore.”