Wasn't this like floodwaters washing over the Dragon King's Temple—one's own people destroying their own? Just as Xuandu was imagining what connection that thief might have with their Mystic Sect—
For some reason, looking at the figure before him, Xuandu suddenly found him somewhat familiar.
The first glance might have been an illusion, but the longer he looked, the more familiar the figure seemed.
This was strange!
Xuandu fell into thought. This person looks so familiar. Who exactly is he?
I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't remember where!
Seeing Xuandu stare at Hun Xiu's figure in deep thought, Taishang Laozi said, "Xuandu, do you find this person somewhat familiar?"
"Yes!"
Xuandu nodded. "Reporting to Teacher, I don't know why, but after seeing this person, the more I look at him, the more familiar he seems. It feels as though I've seen him somewhere before."
"But for some reason, I can't remember where I've seen him!"
Taishang Laozi said, "Xuandu, it's right that you find him familiar. This person is none other than your Martial Uncle Tongtian's eldest disciple, Hun Xiu!"
"What?"
Xuandu froze, instantly shocked. He had thought this person looked inexplicably familiar, but after his teacher's reminder, he finally remembered.
Wasn't the man before him Hun Xiu, Martial Uncle Tongtian's eldest disciple from his memories? It was not merely similar—they were exactly alike! No wonder his teacher had said that the thief had countless ties to the Mystic Sect. He was fucking one of the Mystic Sect! Xuandu naturally understood that the friction between Jiejiao and Chanjiao had grown increasingly severe over the years, but he had not expected that he had still underestimated it! When Jiejiao's Senior Disciple Brother did not act, it was one thing—but once he acted, he caused such a