"Chu Huan? Why are you here too?"
Sha Pojun's attention had indeed been entirely on Qin Shaofeng before this.
But when that somewhat familiar voice rang out, he abruptly raised his head.
Back in the Vast Void Realm, Chu Huan had been far, far younger than him.
So there had not been much change in him even now.
The other man had only managed to recognize him because he was covered in blood and dirt, caked over and split open countless times.
Now, he looked even more wretched than a beggar, scarcely any better off.
How could he possibly fail to recognize Chu Huan?
They were merely delighted to encounter an old friend in a foreign land.
No one noticed.
The moment they called each other's names, Zhan Zuixin and the others' faces had already turned pitch-black.
Someone beside Qin Shaofeng actually knew that bastard Chu Huan?
Judging by the way they spoke.
It did not seem at all like they were in the same situation as Zhan Zuixin's group.
And when they thought of Qin Shaofeng's seemingly utterly unreliable behavior, they all felt a sense of foreboding.
One was a drunken wreck, the other an utterly ravenous lecher.
Could these two fellows be connected as well?
Zhan Zuixin had indeed thought of that.
The fury of his sister being deceived still made him unable to stop himself from shouting, "Brother Li, this Chu Huan tricked away my eleven-year-old sister! My sister is only eleven! This hateful pervert would not even spare her—Brother Li, you have to stand up for me!"
"Eleven years old?"
A trace of astonishment appeared in Qin Shaofeng's eyes.
He looked drunk, but with his current cultivation, how could he truly end up in such a state?
He had heard every word Zhan Zuixin said loud