Yang Qing and the others had seen this Mysterious Man once before, when they first arrived in Xiangyang City.
Back then, even Jiangli had not dared to face him head-on.
They had thought this man had a hand in everything they encountered along their journey. Who could have imagined that they had actually crossed paths with that peerless emperor of the ages?
Thus, Yang Qing and the others had stopped troubling themselves over the mysterious figure's origins.
Although they had never seen the Mysterious Man's true face, they could not have been more familiar with the carriage he rode in.
At first glance, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it, but placed among other carriages, it stood out like a crane among chickens.
Moreover, this mysterious figure had left such a deep impression on them that, even without seeing his face, his attire and voice alone were enough to bring him instantly to mind.
He had not appeared for a long time, yet now he had once again shown up before Yang Qing and the others.
"To what do we owe the honor of your visit?"
Seeing the man step down from his carriage, Yang Qing immediately took a step forward.
The mysterious man had changed his attire for this visit. He wore a hooded black robe, his entire face concealed beneath its enormously broad hood, leaving his features completely obscured.
At the sight of Yang Qing, his steps briefly faltered before he continued toward the little courtyard.
"Xiangyang City. You actually had the nerve to come back," he said as he walked.
His voice was somewhat different from the one Yang Qing remembered, less hoarse and more subdued. There was something almost familiar about it.
Familiar?
A sudden chill of alarm shot through Yang Qing's heart.
Although they had