Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou both cried out in surprise at the pale face revealed beneath the Black Hat.
Neither of them was impulsive. It was simply that the shock this person brought them was far too unexpected.
Yang Qing looked up at their cries and met the gaze of the man opposite him.
At that glance, Yang Qing froze as well.
Of course he knew this man. Not only did he know him, he knew him very well.
More importantly, they had all believed he was no longer among the living.
"Qin Yue, why is it you?"
When Yang Qing and the others first entered the Life-and-Death Gate, Qin Yue had sacrificed himself before it. That had left Yang Qing grief-stricken for a long time.
He had always believed that it was his own stubbornness, his relentless pursuit of the truth, that had caused his friends and closest companions to die for him, one after another.
But now, the man he had watched turn into a cloud of blood stood before him again, alive and well. The feeling was, without question, utterly shocking.
Qin Yue stood expressionless where he was, but a flicker of regret passed through his heart.
He had truly underestimated Yang Qing's perceptiveness. His attire was clearly identical to that of the previous Envoy, and even his build was almost the same. How had Yang Qing still managed to discern those tiny differences?
When Qin Yue remained silent, Yang Qing took another step forward and said, "Perhaps it is because you and I came from the same source."
Yet this shared source was not the same as that other shared source.
Whatever had happened in the beginning, Qin Yue had genuinely spent some time with Yang Qing and the others. Perhaps that meant little to Qin