A moment ago, Yang Fanxu had been gripping Hu Xiaotian's hand. Now he struggled desperately to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, his hand seemed glued to Hu Xiaotian. By the time the others noticed something was wrong, Hu Xiaotian's Void Art had drained every last trace of his internal power. He crumpled like a heap of mud and fell to his knees before Hu Xiaotian.
Su Yuchi had realized something was wrong by then. His expression grew grimmer than ever. "You are..."
Hu Xiaotian clicked his tongue as he looked at the house, which was still burning. "I never imagined Great General Su would give me such a generous gift at our very first meeting. You burned down my house and frightened me into a cold sweat. Still, it's just as well. Otherwise, how could I have recovered so quickly?" He flung Yang Fanxu's hand aside and strode toward Su Yuchi.
Su Yuchi's pupils contracted sharply. The Hu Xiaotian before him had undergone a complete transformation from the patient who had been feigning illness in bed. He could not even be certain they were the same person, yet there was no visible difference in their appearance. No! Hu Xiaotian should be on Python Jiao Island right now. The voyage from Python Jiao Island to Eastern Liang Commandery takes at least seven days and nights. Even if he received word and traveled without stopping, he could not possibly have returned. He is definitely not Hu Xiaotian.
But a man's appearance could be disguised; his bearing could never be imitated. Yang Fanxu was a first-rate expert, yet he had fallen to his knees at this man's feet before anyone even saw how the man struck. How could that have happened? Even with all his seasoned cunning, Su Yuchi