"The next battle, number twenty."
As the drawing concluded, everyone looked at one another, wondering just who this number twenty was.
Who exactly was number twenty?
"Number twenty is me."
"Brother Zhao set a fine example for us. Next, it is my turn."
"Watch me carry it on."
Amid the crowd, a white-haired young man stepped forward.
His hair was white, and his eyes were pure white as well.
Step by step, he walked toward the front.
He carried no weapon and wore a white robe. Clad entirely in white, he simply walked forward one step at a time.
"Zhao Guangyin."
"How did this guy get here?"
"Did he crawl out of a coffin?"
When some cultivators saw that figure, a flicker of surprise flashed through their eyes.
Clearly, his appearance had shocked them greatly.
"This guy came out long ago. He should have recovered by now."
"Has this guy become stronger? Has he been here all along? Why did even I fail to sense him?"
"I didn't sense him either. This guy must have become stronger."
"Damn."
The cultivators discussed it in low voices.
Ye Lin watched that retreating figure, his brows drawing together slightly.
That guy gave him an unreal feeling.
After all this time, if that guy had not stepped out now, Ye Lin truly would not have noticed him before.
Where had this guy come from?
Did he jump out of a crack in a stone?
He was standing right there, yet the feeling he gave Ye Lin was blurry.
It was as though he was there, yet also as though he was not.
"The one coming out on the other side is Zhao Guangyin."
"That guy is still alive? I thought he was dead."
"Heh heh, number twenty is me."
"Now this will be a