Chapter 4386 — Into the Dungeon
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Besides the scarred man, quite a few others were locked in the dungeon as well, every one of them staring at Wei Zhao with hooded eyes—some eager to pounce, some gloating, some watching coldly from the sidelines. In short, not a single one of them had anything to do with kindness.
Wei Zhao swept his gaze over them and extended his divine sense to probe each in turn—and was instantly stunned.
"What are you standing there gawking for? Got anything good on you? Hand it over for the old man to share, or don't blame me for getting nasty!" The scarred man thought Wei Zhao had been cowed by him, and sneered in smug satisfaction.
As he spoke, the scarred man released the full force of his aura—the mid Nascent Soul realm, no less. The rest of the dungeon's occupants showed fear on their faces one and all, a clear sign that none of them matched his strength; and unless something had gone wrong, he had doubtless oppressed them in the same way before, which was why they were so cowed now.
Unfortunately for him, the scarred man was giving himself far too much credit. A mid Nascent Soul expert might stand high and mighty out in the world, and might even be enough to inspire dread within this dungeon—but he was not worth Wei Zhao's notice.
A supreme mid Golden Core expert who had broken through to perfection, crowned with trump cards of every description—above all that mixed dan-fire true qi bomb, the ultimate killing weapon he kept hidden up his sleeve—Wei Zhao had never been an existence to be judged by common sense.
Never mind Golden Core experts of his own level; even early Nascent Soul cultivators were nothing but trash before him. As for the mid Nascent Soul realm, that would merely cost him a bit more effort.
The reason Wei Zhao had been so stunned just now had nothing to do with the scarred man at all. It was that among the dungeon's inmates he had spotted an old acquaintance he had been searching for all this time—Lu Bianren!
Never in his wildest dreams would Wei Zhao have imagined that Lu Bianren was locked up in this dungeon. No wonder there had been no word of him all this time; no wonder even the Qingtian Escort Agency's network of contacts had turned up nothing. Shut away in a dungeon, never seeing the light of day—anyone outside who could have found him would have to be a ghost.
As Wei Zhao discovered Lu Bianren, Lu Bianren was likewise sizing up Wei Zhao—though he did not recognize him. After all, Wei Zhao now wore the Thousand-Silk Mask, presenting the utterly unfamiliar face of a coarse, burly ruffian.
Compared with the others, who were gloating, there was no malice in Lu Bianren's gaze; rather, it held a trace of pity. Every newcomer was oppressed by this scarred man—himself included.
The fellow was a mid Nascent Soul expert, while Lu Bianren was only mid Golden Core—a full major realm apart. Nor could he cross realms to fight foes as easily as Wei Zhao could. Before the scarred man he was utterly powerless to resist, unable even to protect himself, let alone lend a hand to a total stranger.
The only thing he could do was feel sympathy. To leap out and openly oppose the man would be no different from courting death. This was a dungeon, after all, and the guards outside took a thoroughly hands-off attitude toward matters within. If blows truly broke out, a death would be a death for nothing.
Seeing that Wei Zhao still made no response, the scarred man knitted his blade-like brows, strode up to him in two steps, and barked furiously, "I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?"
"You talking to me?" Only then did Wei Zhao tear his gaze away from Lu Bianren—without acknowledging him openly before the crowd—and turn to glance at the scarred man, asking mildly in return.