The black-clad martial artist quickly turned around and immediately noticed a white-clad youth standing seven or eight meters behind him. His robe fluttered lightly in the breeze, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword. It was Chu Ming.
"Do you think I'll tell you?"
In an instant, the black-clad martial artist calmed down. He could tell Chu Ming's cultivation level was merely at the First Layer of the True Dao. Such a level of strength was nothing to him. Chu Ming managing to track him down was attributed to his own carelessness.
"You will!"
Chu Ming said lightly. The Blue Red Sword at his waist was drawn in an instant, emitting a faint golden glow. Shadows of the eternal sword quickly enveloped the black-clad martial artist entirely, creating an intimidating scene.
