"Kid, what kind of riddle are you playing at? Who is it?"
Despicable Donkey looked completely lost, staring wide-eyed at Ling Feng, urgently asking.
"We all should know this person," Ling Feng touched his nose, speaking in a grave voice, "If I am not mistaken, that Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch is Lee Qingling whom we met at Wangduan Mountain."
"That guy?"
Despicable Donkey frowned, recalling the hermit's appearance for a moment, and then nodded, saying, "Now that you mention it, there really is some resemblance. I thought that fellow had died in the Imperial Mausoleum."
"Now it seems that not only did he not die, but he also found that shattered Demon Sword, and instead, the sword controls him. In the Western Wilderness, he caused havoc."
