"Yun Xiao, you little bastard, you really are here!"
The figure arriving at the depths of the Murong Tomb was indeed Tan Qigong, the Chief of the Murong City Emperor Palace, and when he saw the boy he loathed deeply, his words seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth.
"Yun Xiao? Why does this name sound so similar to the Long Xiao Battle God of those years?"
Upon suddenly hearing Tan Qigong's venomous voice, Murong Sou, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the square, first thought of the pronunciation of the name. After all, the Long Xiao Battle God of those years was called Yun Xiao.
However, only Murong Sou, who had seen Long Xiao Battle God back then, would have such odd thoughts. As for Tan Qigong and others, they have absolutely no association between the boy before them and the Long Xiao Battle God of the past.
