As the man in the black robe stopped on the back mountain, Yang Zhenshan watched him warily.
There was a sense of familiarity about this person, but it was so faint that he couldn't think of where it came from.
The man in the black robe turned around, slowly removed the black cloth from his head, revealing an aged face.
Looking at this face, Yang Zhenshan couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
"Eunuch Chen!"
Chen Zhongshu!
No wonder he felt familiar!
But wasn't this old eunuch supposed to be guarding Emperor Chengping's mausoleum?
How come he has run to the Capital City?
And this old eunuch is actually an Innate Martial Artist?
"Marquis Yang, long time no see!" Chen Zhongshu's face showed a kind and gentle smile.
Such a smile that seemed so amiable and so harmless!
But this old eunuch was actually an Innate Martial Artist!
Harmless!
What bullshit!
