Yang Ji yelled, looking at a shadow in the distance behind him in shock. This person stood in the shade of the tree like a ghost, motionless, and he didn't know how long he had been watching.
Yang Ji also has the ninth level of breathing cultivation, but he didn't feel the slightest sensation after such a long time.
"Hey, Yang Ji, you are very courageous. You even dare to kill people from the Tianyin Sect."
The visitor sneered, showing no intention of hiding. He walked slowly and walked out from the shadow of the tree.
In the long night of silence, the sound of slow footsteps on the dead leaves was very harsh.
Yang Ji tensed up and felt all the blood rushing to his face. This man had witnessed all the battles between him and the cult believers, but he actually remained silent the whole time.
The steps are approaching, one step, another step...
When the man slowly walked from the shadows into the moonlight, Yang Ji finally saw a face clearly. It was thin, cold, and exuded a chilling aura.
"Butler Zhou!"
Yang Ji's pupils shrank and he took a breath.
The visitor turned out to be a member of the Yang clan, and he was the personal butler around the eldest lady. The eldest steward was low-key and taciturn. Yang Ji had seen him once in the Discipline Hall, but he was completely unable to notice him.
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This person was like the "shadow" of the eldest lady. Yang Ji only knew that this person's surname was "Zhou", and Yang's disciples called him "Mr. Zhou Da" or "Master Zhou Da", and knew nothing else.
"Boy, I'll tell you to come out!"
Butler Zhou's eyes did not stay on Yang Ji, but looked around, as if he was looking for something.
Chapter completed!