Slayer of Mortal Dust, Warlord of Ghost Gate; God-Rank Shattering Fist Storms Holy Mountain

"Aunt Xiang."

Only then did the Second True Body reveal himself.

Though a single peek had nearly gotten him killed, Aunt Xiang and Shen Yi were not outsiders.

With the misunderstanding cleared up, this bald fellow should have no reason to attack him again.

Once the Second True Body appeared, Shen Yi finally had the leisure to examine this young man whose reputation had spread even to Crossroads Corner.

A pretty boy, rather lean, looking frail and sickly...

Yet from their brief exchange just now, Shen Yi knew that beneath this seemingly weak body lay tremendous power. Calling it a demi-saint-level physique would not be an exaggeration.

It was hard to imagine that, after himself, there was still a young man capable of cultivating his physical body to such a degree.

"This is Xu Gusheng."

Before Shen Yi could speak, Aunt Xiang introduced him first, afraid that this fool would blurt out, "You're Xu Xiaoshou?" After a pause, she looked at her own man. "Shen Yi."

Just two simple words, without any prefix or suffix.

Aunt Xiang trusted that Xu Xiaoshou understood the weight carried by that name.

"Greetings, Senior."

The Second True Body clearly still had a strong desire to live. Rejecting the original body's rotten suggestion of "If you can't beat him, insult him first and gain the verbal upper hand," he properly cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.

Even though, in secret, he was the Saint Slave's second-in-command while Shen Yi was third, so Shen Yi ought to be the one bowing to him—anyone who thought that way would probably drop dead someday, wouldn't they?

"Where did you learn your ancient martial arts?" The bald phantom Shen Yi did not have much time and went straight to the point.

At this, even Aunt Xiang looked over curiously.