"You were that little shadow who followed Li Ling around back then, weren't you?"
Hearing Chu Zhaoyuan's words, the old man slowly turned his head, his somewhat clouded eyes regarding Chu Zhaoyuan without any emotion.
Zhu Huai stood at least nine feet tall, with graying hair and a snow-white beard that reached from his chin to his chest, like the tip of a brush not yet dipped in ink.
Though his face was gaunt and his flesh had grown slack, his frame alone still exuded a soul-shaking might.
"To think you still remember me, Old General Zhu."
Chu Zhaoyuan looked honored.
In truth, after meeting the old man once in the great prison as a child, Chu Zhaoyuan had never seen him again.
This was their second meeting.
"Of course I remember."
"You made such a fuss, demanding that your Father Emperor and Li Ling release me and make me a general of your Great Chu. Later, you kept sending people to bring me food and wine, for sixty years straight. An interesting little fellow."
As he spoke to himself, the old man looked Chu Zhaoyuan up and down.
"To think that green little young master from back then is now even older than Li Ling was when he last came to see me."
Zhu Huai sighed with feeling.
King Zhao grinned at his words.
At that moment, his smile was less that of a father or a sovereign than that of a young man brimming with vitality.
"Not too old yet."
Seeing that smile, Zhu Huai nodded, his gaze indifferent.
Boom!
Just then, the Blood Demon Ancestor and Chief Seats Zhenwu and Zhenye unleashed their killing moves at Zhu Huai, whose back was turned to them.
In an instant, surging waves of power seemed about to tear this whole