The moment Wang Wu appeared, a fleeting trace of astonishment and slight fear crossed Xu Taiping's face, which was usually as steady as a mountain. Despite the sixty thousand years that had passed, how could he possibly forget?
Composing himself, he hurried forward several steps, bowing deeply in a formal salute, sincerely apprehensive, not daring to act rashly.
However, Wang Wu wasn't interested in playing mind games with him and directly asked, "Where are my old friends? How did the Hidden Origin Association end up being led by you?"
Xu Taiping knelt down with a thud, quickly saying:
