'Wuyi...
As Lu Feng stared in astonishment, Wuyi Zhiyuan's figure instinctively surfaced in his mind, only for him to cast it aside at once.
Wuyi Zhiyuan was thoroughly, utterly dead. Lu Feng had witnessed it with his own eyes; there was absolutely no chance of revival.
Though the man before him bore at least seventy or eighty percent resemblance in both appearance and bearing, he could not possibly be Wuyi Zhiyuan.
Once Lu Feng calmed down and gave it some thought, he guessed the man's identity.
He was likely Wuyi Zhiyuan's rumored elder brother, Wuyi Mingzhi, also a Young Master of the Saint Sect!
With that thought in mind, Lu Feng studied the man before him again and indeed found several similarities to Wuyi Zhiyuan, as well as several differences.
Both men were spiritually handsome and carried themselves with extraordinary bearing. Their phoenix eyes were exceptionally expressive, their sharpness carrying an imposing majesty.
The difference was that Wuyi Mingzhi did not have the bewitching tear mole at the corner of his eye like Wuyi Zhiyuan. He lacked some of that gloomy air and appeared far more upright and masculine.
Yet in its place, at the very same spot, was a short scar. It invisibly added several degrees of ferocity and ruthlessness to that masculinity, giving him an intimidating presence even without anger.
Wuyi Mingzhi wore White Velvet Feather Casual Wear, dressed like a noble young gentleman. He looked exceptionally clean and saintly, and together with the superior aura of one accustomed to high status, he stood out among the flock like a crane, seeming somewhat out of place amid the surroundings.
Having recognized the newcomer, Lu Feng's gaze unconsciously swept toward the old man at his side. The composure on his face vanished without a trace.
The aura the old