"Zhen Yuanzi, have you acquired anything?" From afar, when a khaki dot appeared on the horizon, Netherworld River called out loudly.
The spot of light arrived in an instant, and Zhen Yuanzi threw out three dizzy men with a flick of his wrist, laughing, "Hahaha, I have! And it's a big gain!"
"Really!" Netherworld River's eyes lit up, looking at the three men, he said, "Eh! Zhen Yuanzi, Fellow Daoist Qingming said there were two, why is there an extra one?"
"That's their father, Yang Tianyou!" Li Qingming looked at Netherworld River speechlessly and pointed to the older green-robed man.
"Who, who are you?" Perhaps frightened by Netherworld River's stare, Yang Tianyou, who regained his senses first, shielded his two sons behind him, trembling as he spoke.
"Yang Tianyou, haven't seen me for such a short while, and you've forgotten me?" Li Qingming stepped aside from Netherworld River, and calmly smiled.
