Ming King

Yin Fei's shout, charged with inner energy, carried for miles. Everyone near and far could hear it.

"Who's Wang Shuhan?" Li Shuyi asked quietly in the Team Channel.

"Don't ask. Just stay out of sight for now," Bai Xiaowen replied in the Team Channel, ducking his head. "This should be a good chance to learn more about the Sword Song Plane."

A dark figure emerged from the direction of Changxi City.

The newcomer's lightness skill was clearly exceptional. Each time his foot touched the ground, he sprang forward several yards, light as a bamboo pole. He covered the several hundred yards in barely a dozen seconds.

By the dim moonlight, Bai Xiaowen and the others got a clear look at him.

He had a well-proportioned build and wore an ordinary blue robe. Nothing about him stood out. He hardly looked like someone of great importance; in a crowd, he would have gone unnoticed.

"You came," Yin Fei said, her voice faintly cold.

"I came." The man in blue looked conflicted.

From that brief exchange, Bai Xiaowen knew the man had to be Wang Shuhan, the person Yin Fei had demanded to see.

A heavy silence settled over them. Yin Fei and Wang Shuhan both seemed to have much to say, but neither knew where to begin.

At last, Wang Shuhan spoke first. "Si Qin, have you been well all these years?"

A trace of mockery crossed Yin Fei's pale face. "What do you think?"

Wang Shuhan sighed and said nothing.

"You shut yourself away in Soup Valley and played emperor, with a beautiful wife who even bore you a son," Yin Fei went on. "I'm sure life has been wonderful for you." Deep hatred ran through her words.

Bai Xiaowen was now certain Wang Shuhan was Tanggu Mingwang. There really