The man noticed something was wrong with Wu Yixuan's expression and paused, slightly taken aback.
"Who are you talking about?"
Wu Yixuan said, gnashing his teeth.
"Xiao Yu, didn't you have a vendetta against him back then?" the man responded, puzzled by Wu Yixuan's expression.
"Is this guy not dead yet?"
"Hahaha, that's great, he's not dead, that's really great!"
Suddenly, Wu Yixuan burst into laughter, leaving his companions bewildered.
"By the way, I should ask big brother what happened that allowed this guy to escape from him."
Wu Yixuan stifled his laughter, contemplating inwardly.
Now, he was no longer as reckless as before; he had learned to be somewhat cautious, albeit not much.
...
Flame Martial City.
The courtyard where Lin Zheyu had lived for over three years.
Rustle rustle rustle~~~
The leaves of the large tree in the courtyard rustled in the gentle breeze.
Swish swish swish~~~
