Guo Jiannan clasped his fists at the sound and slowly stepped forward to take a seat.
"Many thanks, Brother Yi."
After sitting down, the old man looked rather grave and moved with restraint. He did not lift his teacup or offer any pleasantries, as though his heart was weighed down by heavy worries.
Seeing this, Yi Feng asked curiously.
"Brother Guo, what's wrong with you?"
"I heard Wind Snow Island was sending people to hunt you down. You don't seem to be injured much, so it should be nothing serious, right?"
Hearing this, Guo Jiannan hurriedly clasped his fists and raised his eyes with difficulty.
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Yi."
"Things between Wind Snow Island and me have reached the point of life and death, and it truly pains my heart. I am not seriously hurt, but this matter will absolutely not be let go!"
Hearing his grim words, Yi Feng frowned slightly.
"Life and death?"
"Brother, Wind Snow Island was founded by your own hand. How did things end up like this? What exactly happened?"
Logically speaking.
Guo Jiannan was its founder—at the very least, its first chairman. Even if he had later lost his power, he should still have had some reputation and prestige. He should not have fallen to such a state.
And now, after finally seeing the light of day again, he was being hunted down by the very force he had founded. It was truly lamentable.
Seeing Yi Feng's concerned gaze, Guo Jiannan quickly clasped his fists.
A look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes as he let out a long sigh.
"Ah..."
"Brother Yi, forgive me for making you laugh. It is a long story."
"Tens of thousands of years ago, my good friend Luo Tianbei and I had both achieved success