"Thank you, Sir!"
The rogue cultivators were both in awe and gratitude. They knelt on the ground in unison and bowed to Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
He turned around and rushed into the Dragon Snake Sect's back mountain.
It had to be said that Wang Liu, the Gold Practitioner of the Jianghu faction, was quite clever. He hid inside the snow in the depths of the back mountain.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Lin Qiye followed his instincts and found Wang Liu's hiding place.
"Bang!"
His saber flashed and melted the snow, exposing Wang Liu.
At this moment, Wang Liu turned pale with fright.
He looked at Lin Qiye with trembling eyes like a frightened mouse.
"Wang Liu, is it? Long time no see. Do you recognize me?"
Lin Qiye's indifferent voice resounded in Wang Liu's ears.
Wang Liu shuddered. His heart was filled with extreme despair.
"You are Lin Qiye? That newbie with s-grade talent?