As soon as the words fell, a dark figure slowly emerged from the woods.
He was a burly, middle-aged man dressed in black. His features were resolute, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. His aura was restrained, yet he faintly exuded a pressure that made one's heart quail.
It was Mu Ye.
"Dragon God Douluo Mu En." Mu Ye gave a slight nod. "I've long admired your reputation."
Mu En's eyes narrowed.
Ever since his battle with Du Bisou all those years ago, many people had believed he had died. Yet this man before him was not only powerful, but seemed to know his background quite well.
He was probably from the same generation.
But why didn't Mu En have the slightest impression of him?
"May I ask who you are?" Mu En asked.
Mu Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his tone even. "Mu Ye."
Mu En froze.
Then a flash of insight seemed to cross his mind, and his expression turned to shock.
"Demon Dragon Douluo Mu Ye?"
Under the system's arrangements, the Holy Heaven Sect had long since been woven silently into the history of the continent. In Mu En's memories, the Holy Heaven Sect was an ancient sect that had existed for tens of thousands of years. It had always stood apart from worldly affairs and never interfered in the continent's conflicts.
And Demon Dragon Douluo Mu Ye was the Holy Heaven Sect's Great Enshrined, a Limit Douluo whose strength was said to be unfathomable.
But...
Why would Demon Dragon Douluo appear here?
Mu En's thoughts raced, but his expression remained calm. "May I ask what brings you here, Demon Dragon Douluo?"
Mu Ye looked at him and suddenly let out a laugh.
There was a hint of meaning in that