As these words were spoken, the elderly man trembled all over, then looked at Kang Shuai Fu in bewilderment.
"You are...?"
Kang Shuai Fu sighed lightly and suddenly spoke a long sequence of obscure syllables.
After listening, the elderly man fell to his knees with a thud, and with a face full of excitement, continuously bowed his head.
"Master, I thought you had long perished at the hands of the Evil God, never imagined you were still alive! Where have you been all these years?"
Kang Shuai Fu shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's a long story, let's not discuss it now; please stand up!"
The old man only then stood up.
All the while, the two men standing behind him hadn't moved an inch; rather, they coldly observed Kang Shuai Fu and Xue An.
"Who are they...?" Kang Shuai Fu inquired.
The elder quickly introduced, "Master, they are the rising talents of our Demon Race. This one is called Zhan Qianchen, and this one is Duan Wanfang!"
