Chapter 873: Kongsijiang Demon Bowl (I)
This man was dressed in typical Fei Family attire, and the spear in his hand was scarred and broken. Decades of managing the household had worn away all the color from his face, yet he still retained a trace of the nobleman's bearing.
This was none other than Fei Tongyu, the current head of the Fei Family on the north bank of Moongaze Lake!
The Fei Family had fallen into silence and decline over the decades. Fei Tongyu's days had been the most difficult, and that illusory sword light would always appear before him whenever he closed his eyes at night.
The sight of that man casually slaughtering his grandfather, Fei Wangbai, like a dog, would always play in his mind. From that day on, the Fei Family could no longer restore the Patterned Brocade that had been passed down for generations. A century of accumulation had evaporated, and starting anew plunged them into endless torment...
He had truly awakened from nightmares too many times to ever mistake it! It was definitely that person in the sky! Fei Tongyu's current position was so humble that he didn't even have the qualifications to know that person's name, yet he was not anxious.
He murmured, "Such a big matter... Qingyi can find out... good... good..."
The man who had always been as hesitant as a white weasel calmly gazed at the vast rainbow light in the sky. Clearly, even a single thread of that force could tear him to shreds, yet he felt no fear.
He murmured, "As long as there is a place for vengeance to go, I fear not its disappearance. You beheaded my grandfather and left his corpse lying in the snow under the eyes of all. The body could not be joined back together for three months...
"The Fei Family still has three thousand people who hate with their ancestor's weeping blood. Even a three-year-old child in the peaks draws talismans with wooden sticks. Just wait... just wait..."
Those eyes sank into the black smoke and disappeared into the darkness. Meanwhile, the golden light in the sky brightened again. Si Yuanli remained fully focused, and didn’t show the slightest sign of discovering him.
His blue robe fluttered as he danced through the sky, forcing the two Master Monks to retreat again and again with his ethereal and unrestrained swordsmanship. Si Yuanli had been sealed away by Yuan Xiu for many years, and he reveled in the satisfaction of displaying his sword.