Zhou Fan's brow furrowed. Judging by their tone, the stranger seemed to hold the Huang Family in utter contempt, which meant they likely hadn't been hired by them, nor were they a member of the family.
'But if that's the case, why are they here?'
'And why at this exact moment?'
'Most importantly, is this person a friend or an enemy? And why deliberately disguise their voice?'
"Do you know me, senior? Why else would you appear in such a guise?" Zhou Fan's eyes narrowed. As he spoke, the Li Hen Sword materialized in his hand, and a monstrous battle intent erupted from him.
'Someone who knows me, possesses tyrannical power, refuses to show their true face, and disguises their voice... In my experience, there's only one person who fits that description: the Elder Witch!'
Although Zhou Fan had never figured out the Elder Witch's true motives or why the man targeted him at every turn, he was absolutely certain of one thing: they were enemies, not friends.
