"It's, it's you..."
"Yin Yang Great Wheel, it's, it's them?!"
"No... impossible, how could it be you?!"
"No, you should have been dead!"
Fear was evident in his eyes, unable to be suppressed.
The Beimang Swordsman trembled slightly, pupils contracted, finally recalling the blurred memories from the words 'Yin Yang Great Wheel'—back then, he was just a novice disciple in the sect, holding a sword, and those five words brought back a long-buried great battle, and the fall of a Grandmaster.
Xiahou Jie's expression changed slightly, she too thought of this, looked at Huangfu Qiuyang, and said with a slight tremor in her voice:
"How far are the Huangfu Family Head and the others from here now..."
Huangfu Qiuyang's face turned slightly pale, shook his head, and said:
"Father said he wanted to spar with some friends, with their martial arts, they're probably at least a hundred miles away from here, so as not to affect the nearby common people..."
Xiahou Jie opened her mouth.
