Ice fragments drifted down from the sky like shattered diamonds. The ruins, once thick with bloodshed and sinister energy, were now covered in a layer of crystalline frost, lending them an eerie stillness.
The youth in Dragon Robe slowly descended from midair, the suffocating imperial pressure surrounding him withdrawing completely as his feet touched the ground. His long blue-gold hair swayed gently in the wind. His mismatched eyes, gold on the left and purple on the right, now held a hint of youthful mischief and familiarity.
He walked straight toward the still-bewildered Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi, his steps light, as though he had encountered old friends after a long separation.
"Hey, Brother Sanshi, Brother Bei Bei," the youth said in a clear voice, his warmth perfectly natural. "What are you doing here? And what was that lousy formation supposed to do? It looked pretty scary. It nearly blasted me senseless, too."
Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi froze almost simultaneously at his words, then exchanged a glance. Both saw utter bewilderment written in the other's eyes.
Had he mistaken them for someone else?
Although the youth bore a seventy- or eighty-percent resemblance to Tang Wulin, his domineering Dragon Robe, dazzling blue-gold hair, strange mismatched eyes, and terrifying ability to freeze everything with a wave of his hand all made it clear that he was not the work-study student Tang Wulin they knew.
Besides, since when had they become this youth's "brothers"?
Though their hearts were full of questions and wariness, they remained extremely respectful toward this "God of Slaughter," who had just wiped out a group of Evil Soul Masters at the slightest provocation.
Xu Sanshi instinctively tucked his Black Tortoise Shield behind his back and gave an awkward laugh. "Um... Your Majesty, have you mistaken us for someone else?