Cold sweat slowly dripped from A Cen's forehead.
"You... you're Huo Yun!" A Cen abruptly raised her head, her pupils involuntarily contracting. Back then, she had only seen this man being taken away. She had never imagined he was still alive.
A Cen's gaze gradually darkened, and a ball of spiritual qi began gathering in her palm. The killing intent emanating from her grew stronger, and it was clearly directed at Huo Yun.
"What, don't you think it's a little too late to remember who I am now?"
An uncertain light flickered in A Cen's eyes. Looking at this group who had clearly come with ill intent, she grabbed Qi Song and flung him behind her, placing herself protectively in front of him.
A Cen lowered her voice. "Sir, you can't see. Don't believe what they say. This man has merely disguised his appearance and aura to resemble Huo Yun. He isn't Huo Yun at all. This is all that woman Su Jiu's scheme. Don't let her deceive you!"
Su Jiu raised an eyebrow. She had wondered what A Cen was plotting. So this was it...
Unfortunately for her, Su Jiu and Qi Song had already discussed many things. A Cen's attempt had come far too late.
Sure enough, Qi Song pushed A Cen's hand aside and slowly walked toward Huo Yun, tossing a question back at Ying Cen as he went. "Then what about the Water Moon School's personal disciples? How do you explain them?"
Ying Cen paused, then declared firmly, "I don't know what Huo Yun is talking about."
Qi Song sighed. "A Cen, let's end this here."
Ying Cen flew into a rage. "What do you mean, end this here? Haven't I treated you well enough these past five years? Sir, we've spent five years together! Are