'Yuanwu Perfected Person!'
Li Xuanfeng's heart suddenly sank, but he noticed Tang Shedou's expression lacked the expected arrogance or dominance; instead, it seemed tinged with a reluctance to show his face, head lowered in slight fear.
And yet Yuanwu Perfected Person did not make a move, but only fixed his gaze—eyes traced with gold—quietly upon someone behind Li Xuanfeng, suppressed anger smoldering in his eyes, the tension in the air so thick it was nearly palpable.
Sure enough, a breeze swept by from behind, and a figure in cyan robes strode to stand before him, arms folded across the chest, a pale gold Jade Seal at his waist rocking gently. His tone was relaxed:
"Senior brother, it's been a long time."
