"Oh, how come I've been delayed for just a moment, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves?"
Amidst the tense atmosphere in the field, a mocking voice with a faint smile suddenly sounded from the East City Gate, its youthful tone instantly revealing the identity of the newcomer to Wu Tong, Jun Tieshu, and the others.
When Leng Buyan also looked up, he immediately saw a rough-clad young figure walking slowly into the city, carrying an inconspicuous Black Wood Sword on his back—a distinctive feature.
"Hmm? It's him?!"
At the first glance of the rough-clad young man, Leng Buyan's heart skipped a beat. The scene from a year ago by Yanji Lake surged through his mind like a tide, unable to be shaken off.
Because that rough-clad young man carrying a wooden sword was Yun Xiao, who had almost directly killed Leng Buyan in the past.
If not for some special means, Leng Buyan might have ended up like Zhang Daohe and those Wuyan Palace elites, dying tragically at Yun Xiao's hands.
