The black-robed man's eyes flashed with a touch of cold cruelty at these words: "How is this a coincidence? Obviously I've been waiting here for you! Ever since we parted that day, I've been here waiting for you. You've finally appeared again. This time, you definitely won't be able to escape my grasp."
The black-robed man used some unknown method and that small boat appeared out of thin air right in Zhang Chen's path, blocking him between himself and the Yellow Springs, cutting off his way forward.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen sized up the black-robed man opposite him from head to toe, his expression shocked as he said, "You're that Innate Mosquito!"
"That's right, it's me!" the man on the boat replied.
"And that other black-robed man?" Zhang Chen asked.
"That piece of trash still wanted to resist me, so of course I refined him." The Innate Mosquito let out a cold smile. "Now it's your turn!"
