For a brief moment, silence fell over the group, but suddenly everyone recognized him.
Han Jue's gaze sharpened first, his usually calm eyes narrowing as he studied the man standing before them more carefully.
Beside him, Hu Yan's expression shifted, the lazy amusement on his face fading into something more knowing.
Rong Ye raised a brow slightly, as if a distant memory had just resurfaced, while Shi Feng let out a low breath, his lips parting just enough to mutter under his breath...
"…It's him."
The name hovered unspoken for a second, yet everyone already knew.
The man who had once appeared out of nowhere and turned the tide when everything had been on the brink of collapse.
The one who had stepped in when the witch doctor's evil energy had nearly devoured everything in its path.
And he is also someone whom Xuan Long has known before, maybe a friend.
"…An Mo," Han Jue finally said, his voice slow and deliberate, as if confirming what they all already realized.
