C194 A Thousand Miles to Send Him to Hell

In the villa, Chu Xuan ended his call and nonchalantly tossed his phone aside. He lounged on the plush European leather sofa, a picture of ease.

"An R Country Martial Cultivist, the Unparalleled Ghost Sword Style, Yagyuu Furampo?" he murmured, pondering for a mere moment before dismissing the thought. What did any of this have to do with him?

The caller had been Hsu Qingya