Wang Zhongyuan's charging figure abruptly halted in place.
The patriarch of the Zhongzhou Wang Clan was covered in wounds, his hair disheveled.
When he saw that terrifying cage shattered by a single sword strike, he had just breathed a sigh of relief before being plunged into shock and disbelief.
That person had called himself... Su Xuanjun!?
Wang Zhongyuan's scalp went numb. His mind was struck as if by lightning, and he stood there dumbfounded.
The Wang Family dignitaries led by the white-haired old man also changed expression abruptly, alarmed and uncertain as they realized something was wrong.
Xie Yunchuan's body quietly tensed, his expression solemn.
The old man in golden robes turned around and looked at the blue-robed youth who seemed like an immortal god descended into the world, a trace of chill in his expression.
"Mas... Master?"
At this moment, Wang Que could no longer restrain his excitement and cried out.
The blue-robed youth in the distance did not have the familiar face of the master in his memories, yet the bearing and spirit in the other's every gesture were exactly like his master's!
Moreover, Wang Que clearly saw that his Sixth Junior Brother Ye Luo and Eighth Junior Brother Bai Yi were following behind him step by step.
All this convinced Wang Que that the blue-robed youth was his master's reincarnated body!!
Perhaps this reunion had come too suddenly. Even amid his wild joy, Wang Que could not help feeling dazed, afraid that this was all a dream.
In the distance, when Ye Luo and Bai Yi saw Wang Que looking like a stunned goose, they could not help smiling.
Su Yi nodded slightly at Wang Que and said warmly, "As long as you're all right, I can rest easy. Leave the rest to me."
Wang Que took