After failing to get any useful information from Liu Aolong, Lu Feng could not help feeling somewhat lost. By all rights, the Black Hawk Soul Hunter Squad had quite a reputation among Soul Hunters. How could even Liu Aolong have never heard of the Flying Dragon Soul Hunter Squad?
Was it because too much time had passed?
Or had the Flying Dragon Soul Hunter Squad been completely wiped out and vanished without a trace ever since the incident involving Fourth Uncle Shi Jingye?
If it was the latter, then fulfilling Fourth Uncle Shi Jingye's Last Wish would be difficult indeed.
Lu Feng walked on in a daze when a cry of "Hall Master~" suddenly interrupted him.
The voice was crisp and familiar, brimming with irrepressible delight.
Turning around, he saw a young man squeezing out from the crowd on the other side. The man was handsome and fair-skinned, with two thin mustaches and an ordinary standard-issue longsword in hand.
Lu Feng stared at the newcomer in astonishment. It took him quite a while to react, realizing that the earlier voice clearly belonged to Bai Li.
Though he had guessed that this unfamiliar man was likely Bai Li in disguise, he was still startled when the man approached, tore away the makeup on his face, and revealed his original appearance.
Bai Li's disguise techniques had grown ever more superb. Without using the Evil-Dispelling Spirit Eyes, even Lu Feng would find it difficult to see through him at a glance.
"Hall Master," Bai Li said as he hurried over joyfully, his voice filled with warmth. "I knew you had to be alive. They all said there was no way you could return."
As he spoke, a flush of damp red rose in his eyes.
Lu Feng had never expected Bai Li to