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"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting."
Sha Zi sat down in front of the Ancient Sorcerer, smiled, revealing a few large teeth that were as big as his thumb, with what seemed to be a half-eaten centipede stuck between them.
The Ancient Sorcerer's expression darkened as he noticed that the old man's once snow-white face now appeared to be dyed a deep green, resembling dark green bamboo.
"Hehehe, kid, you're still lacking a bit of experience."
Sha Zi laughed loudly, his strange laughter echoing across the wilderness. A few large birds that had settled on the trees to roost flapped their wings and took to the sky, emitting mournful cries as if they had been struck by arrows.
The Ancient Sorcerer's face grew increasingly grim; he realized he had made a mistake—he should have attacked the moment he saw the other party instead of putting on an air of confidence. He had thought he could intimidate his opponent but ended up putting himself in a passive position.
The green aura on the old man's face was significant, and crucially, this aura was something the other party had "absorbed" from the Tomb earlier. By allowing him to absorb this aura, which was accumulated dead energy from years within the Tomb, hadn't he just invited trouble?
It was clear that this old man practiced sorcery related to dead energy. Giving him such ample time was indeed self-sabotage.
But now it was too late for regrets.
"Oh really?"
Sha Zi looked at the young man with some suspicion. He believed that the other party must be in the same line of work—if so, then surely he understood what the green aura on his face meant.
So why wasn't he afraid? Even if he wasn't scared, shouldn't there be some hint of regret? Yet the other party remained calm as a stone, which was quite strange.
Casually pulling up a blade of grass, Sha Zi twisted it into a toothpick and used it to pick out a small centipede from between his teeth. He spat on the ground and then plopped down onto his chair, saying, "Kid, speak up. What do you want from me?"
His tone dripped with disdain, but the Ancient Sorcerer remained unfazed and said, "There's a young man whom you harmed, right? Let him go."
Shaking his head, Sha Zi immediately denied it: "I didn't do it."
"Well, saying that doesn't mean much. Since I've come to you, it means I know it was you."
Sha Zi was taken aback; he hadn't expected the Ancient Sorcerer to say that. His response had been instinctive—who in this world would admit to murder?
However, thinking about it, the Ancient Sorcerer was not wrong. Since he was able to find himself, it proved that the other party definitely had the means to confirm that it was his doing. Denying it really didn't make much sense.
But at this moment, if he changed his words, it would be even more embarrassing. Sha Zi gritted his teeth and continued, "I said, it wasn't me who did it."
"Oh, it doesn't matter whether you admit it or deny it; in any case, this matter will fall on your head."
Veins bulged on Sha Zi's forehead, and the corners of his mouth twisted in anger. What kind of talk is this? Whether he admits it or denies it, it's all his business? This meant that even if he didn't do it, they would still say he did? Even though he actually did do it, the way the other party spoke made him feel utterly disregarded.
"Hmph! Kid, I'm not saying this to you, but you really need to be more careful in life."
"If you don't provoke me, I won't provoke you. But since you have provoked me, don't blame me for being rude. Unfortunately for you, you provoked me first—just now I said to let that kid go; otherwise, this matter would blow up too big, and then things between us wouldn't look good."
Sha Zi's anger flared up like oil catching fire. The other party was far too calm, and this calmness pricked at his nerves like needles; his temples throbbed one after another. "You! Hmph, looks like you're really not listening to the advice of your elders."
Glancing at Sha Zi, the Ancient Sorcerer noticed that Sha Zi's right hand was slowly stroking the cane in his hand. It was clearly made from a human thigh bone; due to years of handling, it had dark yellow sweat stains on it, resembling ivory. He could even see faces carved into it—those faces were vivid and lifelike and kept changing.
Some might think this was just a form of carving, but the Ancient Sorcerer understood that it was far from that simple. It was most likely that countless vengeful spirits were suppressed within this cane. These spirits could not enter reincarnation, so all their power coalesced and formed "prints" on the cane. Of course, being able to suppress such vengeful spirits also indicated Sha Zi's strength— the more powerful and numerous the suppressed spirits were, the greater and harder to deal with Sha Zi's power became.
"That depends on whether the elder's words have any merit."
Rather than whether there was merit or not, one should consider how strong he was.
Sha Zi certainly understood what the Ancient Sorcerer meant. He initially wanted to turn hostile immediately but inadvertently noticed the Ancient Sorcerer's calm expression. Suddenly feeling a shift in his heart, he realized that the other party's calm demeanor suggested a formidable strength.
After realizing this point, Sha Zi abruptly calmed down.
"Well then, do you think what I said has any merit?"
Glancing at Sha Zi, the Ancient Sorcerer clearly noticed that he had been furious just moments ago and was about to explode but had suddenly managed to suppress it again. This was indeed a bit strange.
"Why did he suppress his anger again?"
The thought flashed through the mind of the Ancient Sorcerer, but there was no time for him to consider it further; he had plenty of ways to provoke the other party.
"Stop rambling!"
"You!"
Despite Sha Zi constantly reminding himself to stay calm, as soon as the Ancient Sorcerer finished speaking, he couldn't help but stand up with a huff and say, "Hmph! It seems you really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"
Slowly standing up as well, the Ancient Sorcerer said coldly, "I told you to let that young man go. Since you are unwilling, then one of us will have to lie here tonight. Since that's the case, what more is there to say?"
"You must be confused about my strength and, at the same time, misled by my calmness, making you even more afraid to act?"
"Hahaha! I, Sha Zi, have roamed the martial world for decades and have never feared anyone!"
The Ancient Sorcerer laughed, raised his hand, and said, "Oh, so your name is Sha Zi. It seems I have plenty to write about."
Sha Zi's expression suddenly changed. He realized that the Ancient Sorcerer was holding a strand of hair in his hand, which looked dry and yellowish-white—clearly his own!
"You! Seeking death!"
Sha Zi roared, his eyes bulging out like a goldfish staring at the Ancient Sorcerer.
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