The National Preceptor's Death

"Is that him?"

Yuan Xuanming's gaze fell upon the young man beside Li Rui.

Clearly.

This was the person behind the Eighth Prince's earlier pursuit of him.

He had always prided himself on the unparalleled subtlety of his arts of fate and fortune, yet he had unexpectedly encountered a worthy opponent.

It reminded him of an old acquaintance.

Cui He still wore that smiling expression. "We meet again."

Hearing this.

A flicker of surprise flashed through Yuan Xuanming's eyes, and he hesitated—rarely—for a moment. "Yellow Dragon Child?"

Cui He's smile did not fade. "It's me, Cui He."

Yet those very words made Yuan Xuanming even more certain of Cui He's identity, for he sensed a trace of familiar aura from him.

This young man before him ought to be Yellow Dragon Child's reincarnation.

All things considered, his ties with Yellow Dragon Child ran rather deep.

That Immortal Disaster back then had ostensibly been stirred up by Yellow Dragon Child, but Yuan Xuanming had also done a great deal behind the scenes. In the end, he had even turned Yellow Dragon Child into Yu Kingdom's most notorious fiend.

Before.

Their Great Daos had been similar, which was why Yellow Dragon Child had even been willing to help him hold back Gao Tianxia.

But now, their Great Daos had drifted far apart.

Blocked by the two of them.

There was not much panic on Yuan Xuanming's face.

While speaking with Cui He just now, he had already swept the area with his divine sense. Within a thousand li, there were only two cultivators—Li Rui and Cui He—and no one else.

One Celestial Realm cultivator, one Dao Body.

They wanted to kill him, a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator?

Dream on!

He believed the two before him certainly had other contingencies, but did he