"Da Qi's national hand?" Li Huowang stared wide-eyed in shock at the masked man before him.
From the black and white hair at his temples, it was clear the man was no youngling. But no matter how old he was, he couldn't possibly be Da Qi's legendary master!
If he'd survived all the way from Da Qi to now Da Liang—that would mean he was over a thousand years old!
Li Huowang slowly retreated two steps, surveying everything around him. For an instant, he felt an illusion, as if he'd once more traveled to another world.
Seeing Li Huowang act this way, the others were obviously perplexed. "Lord Zhuge, this one is...?"
"Oh, don't mind him. This is my good friend, Brother Li, who likes to approach things in his own unique way."
Zhuge Yuan turned and asked the masked elder, "Elder Qin, who were those people just now? Why did they chase you?"
