บท 117: The Weighty Imaginary Figure

"Who are you, and why have you invaded the City Lord's abode?" The man flicked his wrist and sent yet another immortal sword flying toward Shen Ying. The sword stopped just two inches away from Shen Ying's face. He shouted, "Talk!"

"Er…" Shen Ying hesitated. "If I said I got lost, will you believe me?"

"You got lost in someone else's abode?" The man frowned even more deeply and tutted, "Hmph, you're wearing a black robe and you've only just ascended to become an Earth Immortal. Don't think I don't know why you have come."

"Well…" This is really just a normal black robe.

"I advise you to leave quickly and drop any ideas you have about Weighty Tower, or else… Don't blame me for being ruthless."