Zhao Junqi finally appeared.
Zhao Junyao emerged from the cave and used his lightness skill to fly to the mountaintop, where he saw him standing alone, seemingly waiting for him.
But strangely, there was no one else around him.
Zhao Junyao squinted, repeatedly examining Zhao Junqi, who was two zhang away.
By the moonlight, he noticed that Zhao Junqi's figure had thinned considerably, and his face was no longer as gentle as it used to be, but much rougher.
His eyes no longer held the playful arrogance they once did, but shone with a fierce and sharp green light, like that of a lone wolf.
While Zhao Junyao was observing him,
Zhao Junqi, dressed in ragged clothes, was also scrutinizing him.
The two held each other's gaze for half a minute.
Zhao Junqi spoke first in a faint tone.
"It's been years, Imperial Brother... hope you've been well!"
Zhao Junyao also did not back down and gave a faint smile.
"Likewise!"
