Phoenix Ancient Town, in an ordinary hotel, Ye Xunhuan lay motionless on the bed, his brows furrowed as if in a nightmare.
Beside Ye Xunhuan stood two men and one woman!
One of them was the masked man who killed the Asura King and took Ye Xunhuan away. The other man was middle-aged, appearing to be in his fifties, with a slightly protruding belly. Despite his sturdy build, the thick eyebrows reminiscent of a former Huaxia leader's gave him an unyielding and imposing presence with his square face.
The woman, though youthful in appearance, bore crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that no amount of care could entirely erase, and her eyes held a charm that no maiden in her early twenties could possess.
The woman's true age was hard to ascertain, but she looked around thirty, with a graceful figure and fair skin giving her the semblance of a young girl.
If Ye Xunhuan were awake, he would surely recognize this man and woman.
