"Gongxi Feng En!"
Qi Cang raised his head and looked at the young man in martial attire standing in midair.
The man was tall and powerfully built. His descent onto the python's head was as light as a swan feather, and he had completely restrained his aura. To Qi Cang's astonishment, he found himself unable to lock onto the other man's position. If he closed his eyes, he could not sense Gongxi Chou at all. This meant Gongxi Chou had advanced by an unknown amount since those days, and his cultivation realm had left Qi Cang far behind.
During the battle at Miao River, Qi Cang and Gongxi Chou had exchanged only a few moves, yet the latter had already placed considerable pressure on him. If they fought with their full strength today, Qi Cang feared he would be left dead here. But as the saying went—if he could win, he would live; if he could not, he could still die!
He had never been free in life, but he could face death without regret.
Compared to Qi Cang, who could recognize Gongxi Chou's opponent at a glance even after so many years, Gongxi Chou's memory was clearly not as good. He studied Qi Cang for a few more moments without recognizing him and said unhappily, "A mere piece of rubble dares call my name?"
He had accepted the name "Feng En," but that did not mean every Tom, Dick, and Harry was allowed to address him by it. They should at least see whether they were worthy! Being likened to rubble by Gongxi Chou, Qi Cang did not grow angry. Standing amid the ruins of the palace, he revealed a strange grin.
"This time, did you come for me, or are you merely passing by?"
Gongxi Chou felt that