"You knew I was here, yet you still killed him. Why?" The red-robed young man wasn't angry; he carried a cold detachment that penetrated to the bone as he quietly stared at Su Chen.
His body seemed to merge completely with the Real Space, giving people an illusion like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon in water.
It was as if he wasn't truly present.
The red-robed young man exuded no sense of power, as if he was just an ordinary person.
Yet, somehow, his presence caused all unrest, shaking, fear, and disturbances within ten kilometers to subside.
It was as if his presence could stabilize everything and everyone.
Many Martial Cultivators in front of the lake at the foot of the cliff found a sense of mental relaxation and calm when they gazed at the red-robed young man in this moment.
"Too strange!" Heyue Nishang's complexion was overwhelmingly grave, a hint of horror on her beautiful face...
She couldn't gauge the strength or level of danger of the red-robed young man.
