"What happened?"
Murong Haitang asked upon seeing the situation.
Changsun Ming shook his head slightly, saying nothing.
For some unknown reason, this emaciated old man gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
But no matter how he tried to recall, he couldn't remember where he had seen this person before.
"Who are you!"
Yuwen Dong, having lost his weapon, was both startled and furious. With one hand he drew the sword from his waist, and with the other, he took out the Grand Commandant's Order from his chest, shouting loudly: "I am Yuwen Dong, under orders from the Grand Commandant to apprehend the wanted criminal from the previous dynasty..."
"Hmph!"
Before Yuwen Dong could finish speaking, the emaciated old man interrupted with a light snort.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, reached out to catch the thrusting long sword from Yuwen Dong, and with force in his palm, snapped the sword in two.
