Ye Xiao was laden with anxiety at the moment, following the people crowding into the City of Chaos. He seemed to be a little lost.
What had filled his mind was the image of the man in white clothes, who was strong, mysterious, and domineering.
He couldn't stop thinking of that incredible sword strike.
He wondered which side won the world-shaking fight.
Although he didn't know who won that fight, he made a guess. He was quite certain that the man in the white clothes would lose.
He clearly knew why this man should lose.
The problem was… Ye Xiao knew that he was well aware of it, but he seemed to forget about the reasons…
That was so weird.
'I know why he would lose the fight, but… I forget about the reasons…'
He knew it, but he forgot about it. How was it possible?
The Dark Evil Spirit was behind him, anxiously moved away from the people who were crowded in Ye Xiao's way. He was incredibly thoughtful for Ye Xiao at the moment.
He was much more than respectful now.
