"Master, how… could it be you?"
Pei Yuhang stared at the severely injured, blood-coughing old man before him. His eyes trembled, and his voice was hoarse and broken.
He never would have imagined that the one who had started the great war and plunged the world into misery was his very own master, whom he hadn't seen in years.
'But… how is this possible?'
'Our enemy is actually the master who gave me a new lease on life, who saved me from the clutches of that Demon Cave, the Yin Yang Sacred Land!'
'This must be an enemy's Illusion Technique… The Nameless Daoist was as wise as a Saint. How could he possibly do something like this?'
'Or… has Master been possessed by some foul entity?'
Pei Yuhang stood there stunned, the hand gripping his sword trembling uncontrollably. He simply couldn't believe the person before him was his master.
Ye Liyuan stood to the side, a storm of emotions churning in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke in a low voice:
