Hearing that familiar voice,
Yi Feng silently thought, Just as expected.
He had been saying it just now—where in this world could there be so many shameless people?
At the same time, he lowered his head and turned slightly, saying gently, "I told you before that I would bring you to meet my brother. Now, you'll finally meet him!"
After saying that, he raised his head slightly and looked at the newcomer.
The black-clad man descending through the air was about to continue his tirade when his gaze met Yi Feng's.
He first froze.
Then, without another word, he swung his sword at Yi Feng.
Yi Feng smiled faintly and drew the sword in his hand as well. A cold gleam flashed through the air.
"Clang!"
A crisp sword's hum rang out. The two were evenly matched, sheathing their swords at the same time as their eyes met.
"I knew you wouldn't die."
The black-clad youth spoke in a hoarse voice.
After ten thousand years, the brothers had reunited. The black-clad youth had no excessive words, no lengthy pleasantries, not even an embrace—only that simple sentence.
Yet it contained far, far too much...
Yi Feng, however, felt guilty, his heart twisted with mixed emotions.
When he had left the Void Sword Mound, he should have come to find them.
"Quit blabbering. I don't want to hear it."
Who would have thought that the words he had spent so long preparing would be shoved back down his throat with a wave of the black-clad man's hand?
"Whatever you have to say, come back with me and drink first."
Yi Feng was filled with gratitude. The thousand words in his heart condensed into only one sentence. "Alright, let's drink!"
The two brothers flew toward the inner city, one after the other.
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