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 QishanWen Sect, Wen RuoHan.
Due to the miscalculation in their forces, the QishanWen 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?"
Nie MingJue replied coldly, "Wen-dog."
He knew that only death awaited him now that he was in Wen RuoHan's hands, which was why he didn't fear anything. If Wei WuXian were the one in such a situation, he would've also cursed as awfully as he wanted to before doing anything else-he'd die no matter what. Despite this, Meng Yao only smiled, not at all angered. With a snap of his fingers, one of the Wen Sect's cultivators came over on his knees. Both hands above his head, he positioned a long box before Meng Yao's hands.
Meng Yao opened the box and took out a certain object, "Sect Leader Nie, why don't you take a look at what this is?"
It was Nie MingJue's saber, Baxia!
Nie MingJue was infuriated, "Get lost, now!"
However, Meng Yao had already taken Baxia out and was holding it in his hand, "Sect Leader Nie, Baxia had been in my hands quite a few times in the past. Don't you think it's already too late for you to be angry now?"
Nie MingJue spoke one word at a time, "Take your hand off it!"
As though purposely trying to enrage him, Meng Yao weighed the saber in his hand and commented, "Sect Leader Nie, your saber, I'd say, can pass as a top-tier spiritual weapon. With that said, compared to the saber of your father, the previous Sect Leader Nie, it's still somewhat inferior. Why don't you take a guess at how many times Sect Leader Wen has to slap it for it to break this time?"
Within a split second, all of the blood in Nie MingJue's body rushed to his head. Wei WuXian's scalp was also numb by the sudden anger. He commented in silence, Just brutal.
The thing in Nie MingJue's life that he loathed and regretted the most was the death of his father.
Back then, when Nie MingJue was only a teenager and the leader of the QingheNie Sect was his father, someone gifted Wen RuoHan a rare saber. Wen RuoHan was pleased for quite a couple of days. He had asked the guest cultivators-what do you think of this saber of mine?
