Who You Are Book 2

Chapter 31 - Empathy with Chifeng Zun Pt. 5

A soft movement came from beside him. Wei Wuxian glanced with the corner of his eye and saw a few vague figures. With great difficulty, he focused his gaze and saw that they were a couple of cultivators wearing robes of the sun and flames motif. They moved forward in an adept posture of kneeling on the ground.

Wei Wuxian, "..."

All of a sudden, a bone-chilling sense of pressure surrounded him, reaching Wei Wuxian through Nie Mingjue's body. Nie Mingjue lifted his head slightly. At the end of the jet stone tiles was a large seat made of jade. A person sat atop it.

The distance wasn't close, and Nie Mingjue's eyes were hindered by the blood, so he was unable to see who the person was. Nonetheless, he could guess who this was without using his sight.

The doors of the palace were abruptly opened. Somebody entered.

All of the disciples within the palace walked on their knees, yet this person only nodded in salutation as he first came in. Unlike the others, he walked forward nonchalantly. At the end of the hall, he seemed to bow down and speak a few words with the seated person before turning to this side.

With slow strides, he approached, quietly looking over Nie Mingjue, who still remained standing even though he bathed in blood. It seemed as if he laughed, "Sect Leader Nie, long time no see."

And who could this be, except for Meng Yao himself?

Wei WuXian could finally be sure of which scene he was looking it.

Back then, when Nie Mingjue received the information, he began a surprise attack at Yangquan.

Nie Mingjue's attacks had almost always been successful. Yet, whether because of a mistake in the information or just pure luck, nobody had expected that the attack led them straight to the sect leader of the Qishan Wen Sect, Wen Ruohan.

Due to the miscalculation in their forces, the Qishan Wen Sect relinquished their passivity. It captured all of the cultivators who came and took them to the Nightless City.

Meng Yao half-kneeled to the side of Nie Mingjue, "I never would've expected you to be in such a terrible situation."

Nie Mingjue only spoke two words, "Get lost."

Meng Yao's laugh held a sense of pity, "Do you still think you're the king of Hejian? Look carefully—this is Sun Palace."

One of the cultivators on the side spat out, "Sun Palace? It's only the den of the Wen-dogs!"

Meng Yao's expression changed and he unsheathed his sword.

A line of blood instantly flew from the cultivator's neck. He died without a sound. Those from his sect wailed, screaming as they threw themselves over.

Nie Mingjue was enraged, "You!"

Another cultivator roared, "You Wen-dog! If you're so confident, why don't you kill me as well?"

Meng Yao didn't even move his brows. With another backhanded swing, blood bloomed from the cultivator's throat.

Meng Yao smiled, "Sure."

Sword in his hand, he stood amid a pool of blood, the corpses of two white-robed cultivators at his feet.

He asked, still smiling, "Does anyone else want to say the word?"