Chen Chuan had already guessed the man's identity. Only the top disciple of Anyao Hall could possess such an aura and Spiritual Cultivation. His gaze shifted to Nakagami Hiroshi's waist, where a long and a short blade were tucked. He nodded, looked up, and said, "Pure Sect, Chen Chuan."
"Pure Sect..."
Nakagami Hiroshi felt like he had heard that name somewhere, but he didn't dwell on it. He couldn't be bothered. No matter who stood in his way today, nothing would stop him from seizing the Rift.
Just then, a commotion came from behind them as the Anyao Hall disciples filed in. When they saw him, they were both shocked and bewildered.
They could still see a trace of Nakagami Hiroshi's former self, yet he also bore a resemblance to their master's usual appearance, especially in his bearing. If they had only seen his back, they would have almost mistaken him for their master.
Shigen Hachi looked at Chen Chuan, then walked up and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, should we..."
