He and the Poison Venerable had known each other from the start; there was no need to make such a fuss over such a small matter.
"I'm here. Where's Lu Cang?"
At that moment, several streaks of light flew in from the distant horizon. Long Aotian and a woman stood to either side, while Zhang Zifan stood at the very center.
The true number one on the Genius Ranking.
According to Long Aotian, Zhang Zifan was the only supreme genius alive who could stand against Lu Cang.
Ye Lin had not expected Lu Cang to put such immense pressure on Long Aotian that he would go so far as to bring Zhang Zifan over from the Central Continent as reinforcements.
"He left."
Ye Lin said calmly.
Zhang Zifan gave Ye Lin a deep look, then nodded lightly.
Ye Lin was not lying. Judging from the residual auras lingering between heaven and earth, one of them was incomparably domineering—even Zhang Zifan felt a faint chill in his heart.
That alone showed that aura should have belonged to Lu Cang.
Moreover, though he had never encountered Lu Cang himself, the traces all around them made it clear that a great battle had erupted here.
As for the two sides in that battle, there was no need to spell it out.
They had fought. People had died. Yet Lu Cang had still retreated, leaving the three people before him behind.
That meant someone had forcefully driven Lu Cang back.
And among the three before him, who else could have forced Lu Cang to retreat? The answer was already obvious.
Only now did he truly take another look at the person before him—the person capable of driving Lu Cang away.
"Lu Cang left? That shouldn't be possible. With that kind of personality, he never