"You are Yang Xiao?"
Atop the mist-shrouded peak, Yanm Kuan inhaled hundreds, even thousands, of red streams of light into his body.
He looked at Yang Xiao in the distance and asked nonchalantly.
His attitude was the same as when he faced Qin Yan, and even the same as when he faced his nephew, Yanm Xifeng.
It seemed he treated everyone this way.
Lofty and terrifyingly indifferent.
"And you are the Great Elder of Medicine King Valley?"
Seeing the Great Elder's attitude and the undisguised coldness in his eyes, Yang Xiao knew his guess was correct.
'He has ill intentions toward me.'
And naturally, Yang Xiao wouldn't be polite to someone with ill intentions toward him.
But Yang Xiao's impoliteness made Yanm Kuan let out a rare laugh.
"As expected of a youth with a great fortuitous opportunity. To face me so unflinchingly... Now I truly believe you possess some great destiny."
Yanm Kuan smiled.
Then, he raised his hand and reached out to grab Yang Xiao.
