Other Self

Other Self

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A gentle breeze drifted past, stirring the long hair of the two youths.

"Xiao Zhuang..."

The young man with tied-up hair, Gai Nie, spoke softly, his voice calm. "You lost..."

There was a trace of complexity in his eyes.

The youth named Wei Zhuang fell silent for a moment. Beneath his cold expression, he could not conceal a hint of unwillingness.

He ignored him, gripped his wooden sword, and turned to leave without a word.

A loss was a loss. There was nothing to say. He would win it back in the future.

The struggle between the Vertical and Horizontal Schools was never settled in a day. Sun Bin and Pang Juan of old, Su Qin and Zhang Yi—they had all been the same.

Tap, tap, tap...

As he reached the valley entrance, Wei Zhuang suddenly stopped. He heard unfamiliar footsteps approaching.

"Guiguzi's Array Formations are indeed quite good."

At that moment, a young man in black robes strolled in from outside Ghost Valley.

Wei Zhuang slightly raised his head. The young man wore black robes, possessed extraordinary bearing, and carried an indescribable aura as he approached, making reverence rise involuntarily in Wei Zhuang's heart.

"Dharma Body..."

Wei Zhuang was startled. He recognized that the aura surrounding the newcomer was somewhat similar to that of his master, Guiguzi. Clearly, he was a Grandmaster who had attained a Dharma Body.

Moreover, his aura was unfathomably deep. He was undoubtedly an existence at the Dharma Body level.

What puzzled Wei Zhuang even more was that, for some reason, upon seeing this young man, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"May I ask who you are, Senior?"

Wei Zhuang did not dare be negligent and cupped his hands as he asked.

"Xiao Zhuang, step back for now."