The young man was tall and slender, with a silver mask covering half his face. Faint tattoos were visible on the exposed half, but even more striking was the long Green Wooden Case strapped to his back.
"Li Fengquan."
The name sprang from the depths of Wang Yu's memory the instant he saw the young man's face.
He was none other than the Masked Young Man Wang Yu had encountered aboard the great ship Iron Arrow all those years ago-the surviving scion of the Li Household of Yue Province who possessed the firebird bloodline and had used Divine Soul Spirit Command to slay Qian Kunzi in a single blow despite the difference in their cultivation.
Wang Yu could see some changes in Li Fengquan's features, but the icy aura that warned others to keep their distance was exactly as it had been back then. There was no mistaking him.
What alarmed Wang Yu even more was that, after sweeping his divine sense over the other man, he still could not discern the depth of his cultivation. Either Li Fengquan possessed a precious treasure that concealed his aura, or his cultivation far surpassed Wang Yu's. He would have to be at least at the Foundation Establishment middle stage to use a spell that prevented Wang Yu from seeing through him.
Li Fengquan's ruthless killing of his own fiancée and his astonishingly ferocious bloodline power had both left an indelible impression on Wang Yu.
Now he, too, had appeared in the Eastern Wasteland. Wang Yu wondered whether he had arrived long ago or, like himself, had only come in recent years.
The Masked Young Man, standing before a gigantic Chaos Stone, seemed to sense the divine sense sweeping over him. He turned and cast a cold glance toward Wang Yu, then his