"If your foot falls, your head will follow."
An icy cold voice traveled through the air. The sound was as crisp as thunder and as deadly as lightning. Every pair of eyes lit up, including the hopeless gaze of the village mayor who was one step away from death. His gaze of desperation turned to hope as a giant rock finally settled.
After two months together, they knew this was the voice of Ling Xian.
Even though the villagers had no clear idea of the actual depth of Ling Xian’s power, the three-eyed golden lion was enough to prove that Ling Xian’s might was a force to be reckoned with. He was more than a match for this ninth-realm visitor, and thus everyone in the village let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Who said that? Show yourself!"
The youth hollered, his face glum. But he nonetheless retracted his attacking foot, fearing the threat was true.
"Are you looking for me?"