"Xu Xiaoshou!"
Huangquan's glance startled him slightly. He had clearly recognized this young man who had repeatedly clashed with Yama.
Why had he come too? No, the question should be: how had he entered the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion uninvited? The Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion was truly not easy to enter! Huangquan and Saint Emperor Wangze had only been able to see this three-story pavilion because of Kong Yuhen's "invitation."
Others might spend their entire lives without ever learning the five words "Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion."
An Ancestor God-level existence like Sui Yin being able to enter this pavilion on his own made sense.
But Xu Xiaoshou could do it too?
"He was clearly only..."
Huangquan's heart clogged up, and he no longer knew what to think.
Yes, he was clearly only at the Dao Cutting stage, yet his combat strength could never be measured by the Dao Cutting stage.
That had been obvious from the several times Huangquan had seen him confront Yue Gongli before, or even earlier on Void Island.
But facts were facts; accepting them was still difficult.
Once upon a time, Huangquan had, in his capacity as Yama's First Seat, extended an olive branch to this rising youngster.
But because the boy had still been too green, Huangquan had not gone in person, only having a subordinate send a message through a Recording Pearl.
Who could have imagined that, in such a short time, this fellow would nearly be walking ahead of him!
Sighing was useless. Right now, Xu Xiaoshou did not even regard him as the main target.
Huangquan glanced around the suddenly more crowded small room, then shrank himself into a corner.
The winds filled the tower before the mountain rain came.
Today, this Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion would never let anyone forget their