Already extremely insecure, when he saw Nie Jiuque's face once loving with Shang Ying, he had to admit, he was afraid.
When old acquaintances meet, at this moment, what the two are thinking, perhaps only they themselves know.
The two just looked at each other, their faces calm as water.
But in their hearts, a raging storm had already erupted.
The atmosphere was like a taut string.
Once it snapped, it could become a battlefield of Asura.
Nie Jiuque was the first to restrain his aura, breaking the silent atmosphere.
He gently placed the mask in his hand back into the wooden box, then smiled slightly at the man at the door.
He spoke softly:
"Soul Suppressing Master, long time no see."
The somewhat familiar voice echoed in the hall, leisurely drifting into Jun Moyan's ears.
He looked at Nie Jiuque, who was smiling arrogantly and carefreely, and his hand behind his back slightly clenched.
But his face showed no abnormality.
