The elderly man, whose arm had been severed by Murong Qingxue, stared intently at the young man standing before him.
A powerful murderous intent emanated from the young man, a ferocity so keen that even he could feel a trace of its bite.
He appraised the youth. The young man appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old, yet there was something surreal about his appearance—he could not quite explain why he felt that way.
Chapter 25