Cangyun Mountain Peak, the cold wind howled.
Li Zhiwei and the others had long gone, leaving only Ye Xuan and Liu Baiyi staring at each other, an indescribable emotion brewing between them.
"I wonder where Brother Liu's old friend might be?" Ye Xuan asked calmly on the surface, though his heart was extremely conflicted.
"He's dead, killed by someone." Liu Baiyi stood facing the wind, softly uttering these words, but his gaze remained fixed on Ye Xuan, never leaving even for a moment.
"Oh?"
Ye Xuan feigned a sigh: "I wonder who killed him?"
Seeing Ye Xuan's look of confusion, as if it wasn't feigned, Liu Baiyi frowned slightly. Could it be that the person in front of him really wasn't Ye Xuan?
From the moment Ye Xuan appeared, Liu Baiyi felt a sense of familiarity with him, a feeling that came without reason, surprising Liu Baiyi. He even activated his Dharma Eye to see Ye Xuan's true form.
