Wu Yang had practiced martial arts all his life and suffered few defeats. Only several losses had left a deep impression on him, ones he still found hard to forget.
Now, that hearty voice rang out again from outside the hall, and Wu Yang couldn't help but shudder.
"Who is it? Stop playing ghostly tricks and get out here!" Wu Yang tightened his grip on the twin blades. Over the years, he had long mastered the Wei family's twin-blade martial arts. His blade technique was exquisitely refined, and with divine weapons in hand, he even felt capable of contending against a grandmaster.
The Wei family members all looked utterly bewildered, unable to understand why Wu Yang, whose martial strength was so formidable, had shown such fear.
Only Wei Qingqing stood rooted to the spot in a daze, as though searching through distant memories in her mind.
She desperately tried to connect those memories with the voice she had just heard.
Finally, she confirmed it. That voice was extremely similar to the voice, appearance, and mannerisms in her memories.
At that very moment, she recalled certain events from the past. For instance, her late grandfather had once wanted to betroth her to him, but she had paid it no heed.
For another, Old Master Wei had once instructed her that if the Wei family ever faced the catastrophe of extermination, they could seek his help.
And back then, she had personally witnessed the peerless divine weapons, the twin blades Lingering Fire, emerge from his hands!
"M-Master Li?" Wei Qingqing's voice trembled, her heart filled with every flavor of emotion.
The moment the words "Master Li" left her mouth, Wu Yang's grip on the twin blades tightened further. His entire body tensed to the limit, and cold sweat even soaked his back.