A deafening silence settled in the desert, as pairs of eyes swiveled toward Qiao Wei, and then to Shang Zichen. Standing on one side was Qiao Wei, a renowned cultivator, one of the strongest and most righteous ones in the Human Realm. On the opposing side was Shang Zichen, the Second Young Master Shang, the second son of the late Shang Daoming, the previous Tian'an Shang Sect Leader.
"Master Qiao Wei, are you accusing me of the heinous crimes?" Shang Zichen's eyes narrowed to slits.
"Indeed, I am," Qiao Wei answered in a straightforward manner, unwavering in his resolve to unmask Shang Zichen's terrible deeds.
An unknown light ignited in Shang Zichen's eyes. The flicker, like a dying firefly caught in a gust, sparked anxieties of a brawl. The air grew frigid, goosebumps erupting across all cultivators' skin as they braced for impact.
