As time passed, a drunken figure walked out from the East Gate.
This was a pale-faced man, with three vibrant bird feathers inserted on his head, colorful and dazzling.
The man immediately looked towards the man resembling a sharp sword.
"My name is Zhuge Wuliang."
The man's face changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.
"What relation is Zhuge Changfeng to you?"
"He's my nephew, a close one."
Zhuge Wuliang said softly.
As soon as his voice fell, a diamond-shaped weapon shot diagonally, carrying a will to pierce the heavens and flip the entire island over.
It was so fast that it was impossible to react.
Yet, Zhuge Wuliang was indifferent, just tilting his body slightly, and this attack, almost unstoppable, was completely neutralized.
The man's expression slightly changed, not expecting that the man he casually plundered and killed some time ago had such a background and could find him this quickly.
But he thought of something, and a sneer appeared on his face.
