Xiao Tianyu's voice was imbued with boundless solemnity, and in an instant, those deep eyes turned inscrutable. A terrifying aura exuded from him, cold and murderous.
"Xiao Yun, fifteen years without seeing you, I hope you've been well!" At this moment, a voice came through, soft and gentle. The voice continued, "Xiao Tianyu, Xiao Yun, you left the Ancient Martial Realm and even changed your names? What are you afraid of?"
Everyone turned their eyes and saw Ouyang Shaojue strolling over with a few middle-aged men.
Ouyang Shaojie looked arrogantly, the few middle-aged men behind him exuded terrifying auras, clearly extraordinary cultivations.
Shenyang stood up and saluted Ouyang Shaojue, "Young Master!"
