Inside Feipu Manor.
On the branches of the tall trees, over twenty members of the Tang Sect were all staring at the night sky, at the figure standing on the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
The expressions of these Tang Sect members were the same as those of the Japanese, with a trace of incredulous shock on their faces.
"He's actually not dead?"
The Grand Elder Tang Mu raised an eyebrow in surprise, his eyes intently fixed on the figure in the night sky.
"If he isn't dead, then where has that little brat been all these days? Could it be that he stayed on the Penglai Immortal Island where the cold currents erupted?"
Tang Zhen's eyes sparkled as he spoke.
"This I don't know. Maybe he was the first to escape, but the ships on the sea all failed to notice him. Then, he went into hiding somewhere to cultivate during these days."
The Grand Elder Tang Mu pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Not dead, that little brat is actually not dead!"
