The masked man was acutely aware that Su Chen spoke the truth.
His fate was now in Su Chen's hands.
Drawing a deep breath, he remained silent, his gaze suppressed to its limit. After a moment, he finally spoke: "I am a follower of Wushi Sword's Situ Sheng! If I die, Young Master Situ will not let you off!"
Situ Sheng? Su Chen committed the name to memory, yet emotionally, not a single ripple stirred.
He did not know Situ Sheng, in fact, he had never even heard the name.
Besides, even if he had known of Situ Sheng, it would not change his attitude towards the masked man — he had to die.
The man had tried to kill him but failed.
Spare him? Absurd.
He who attempts murder must be killed in turn.
At that moment, Song Yunyan, who was holding her breath beside the towering tree that stretched to the heavens, trembled, covering her mouth to stifle a scream, nearly falling off the tree trunk in fright.
Situ Sheng?!!! Wushi Sword's Situ Sheng?
