"Senior Han, it's been a long time."
Hearing Han Yanzi's voice, which seemed to chill him to the bone, the young man instead smiled slightly, his expression serene and easygoing.
He looked as though he had met an old friend in a foreign land, with a trace of surprise and delight.
He showed none of the violent emotional turmoil that had caused Han Yanzi to lose his composure.
"Master!"
Wang Qingyang's voice rang out behind him, filled with boundless surprise and joy.
She had never imagined that just as she was about to face danger, her master would descend like a divine warrior and suddenly appear here.
Still less had she imagined that her master would barely lose his composure even before this Supreme Elder of the Demon Sect, whose fearsome reputation was renowned within her sect.
Amid her surprise and joy, she also felt deep concern, and said quietly:
"Master, be very careful!"
A trace of astonishment likewise flashed through Shen Fu's eyes.
For a moment, he felt as though he were dreaming:
After a hundred years apart, Senior Brother can actually exchange blows with Han Yanzi without falling behind?
He had thought he had made remarkable progress over the years. Though he certainly could not compare with his senior brother, he had expected to have narrowed the gap considerably.
Yet that fleeting exchange between his senior brother and Han Yanzi had brought him abruptly to his senses.
In his eyes, Han Yanzi had always been unfathomable, a depthless abyss.
Yet his senior brother could actually face him head-on...
That's my senior brother for you!
He marveled sincerely.
But he immediately buried that joy at reuniting with an old friend deep within his heart.
Standing before Han Yanzi, he dared not make any rash move.
Exposing himself now would