On every pair of Twin Dragon Scissors that was manufactured by the Smithing Grandmasters Jiang Clan, they would engrave the words “Workmanship of the Gods”*, to pay respects to their ancestors.
(*Sephilia: This is an idiom, lookup 巧夺天工)
“It’s no wonder that it had such a tiny and feminine design. It was a scissors that was meant for girls to use…” With his big hands, Yue Yang held the scissors and felt that the Twin Dragon Scissors was very small. Thinking a little, he finally realised that this was designed by the ghost genius Yue Gong specially for Jiang Qiao Er’s small hands. He did not know why the Grandmaster Smithing Family Jiang did not make it a little larger.
After searching through the entire hot spring lake, Yue Yang found that there were still two Hard-shelled Dragon Fruits at the bottom of the lake.
However, they had not matured yet.
Yue Yang furrowed his eyebrows. He found that there were two different cuts. Could it be that someone else had already taken the other Hard-shelled Dragon Fruit before him?
The marks left behind by a scissors’ cuts were completely different from an animal’s’ bite. Furthermore, this other cut was different from the cut made by the Twin Dragon Scissors. This proved that someone had come here before, and the mercenaries did not know about it either. The greater doubt that Yue Yang had was that although the mercenaries had heard a dragon’s cry, he did not find any trace of a dragon even after searching for every nook and corner of this hot spring lake and the mouth of the volcano. The only suspicious thing was that the Quintet Seeking Golden Mice found a kind of energy within the water that was dissipating…
Had a great battle happened in the water?
Who was it that knew there were Hard-shelled Dragon Fruits at the bottom of the Ant Hole? Not only that, how did they know when to come here and harvest it just as it matured?
Where did the ‘dragon’ that was protecting these Hard-shelled Dragon Fruits originally go to?
It didn’t take long for Yue Yang to be filled with suspicions. He definitely knew that something was wrong, but he could not think of what was wrong. As Yue Yang was collecting his thoughts, suddenly, a black silhouette appeared behind him soundlessly. With a unique, magnetic voice, he asked, “Are you looking for me?”
“Eh?” Yue Yang was shocked.
He had always been careful and never let an enemy approach him closer than five metres before, but he did not sense this person’s presence at all.
Who exactly was this person?
He forced himself to calm down and turned over to look, but he found that there was nothing behind him. There wasn’t a single trace of existence of any humans. It was as if the sentence that was spoken just now was simply a hallucination inside his head. Yue Yang was completely motionless. He did not use his eyes, but he could feel that the enemy was right behind him. Not only that, his enemy was extending his hands close to the back of Yue Yang’s head. If Yue Yang had moved even a little, the enemy’s hand would probably smash the back of his head…
A drop of cold sweat glistened as it slid down Yue Yang’s forehead.
This was the most powerful enemy that he had encountered in his life.
“Are you scared?” The person acted as if he was provoking a little worm. His voice was filled with disdain.
“Who, who are you?” Yue Yang turned around quickly and found that there was a tall imposing middle-aged man with a power that seemed to belong to a god. He had a haughty look, and he looked at Yue Yang with a gaze as sharp as spears. Yue Yang felt another jolt of shock in his heart.
This unknown middle-aged man was definitely not inferior to Jun Wu You in any way.
Furthermore, he could conceal his killing intent even better than Jun Wu You.
That middle-aged man heard Yue Yang’s question and furrowed his eyebrows. “You actually dared to not recognise me?”
Yue Yang was sweating profusely. Could it be that this was tragic guy’s deceased father Yue Qiu, as talked about in legends? No, that was not right, everyone else said that the tragic guy resembled his father, Yue Qiu shouldn’t look like that… Was this guy the tragic guy’s uncle? Or another relative? Or a killer out to plot murder against the tragic guy? Yue Yang’s thoughts flashed as he thought of the endless possibilities, yet none of them could be proven to be true. However, Yue Yang was certain that this man was hiding his killing intent that was directed towards Yue Yang. No matter who it was, it was definitely an enemy and not a friend.