“Haha,” Feng Hengkong stood up, and cupped his hands at Ling Kun: “Elder Ling, it has been twenty-five years; I trust you have been well.”

“As expected, the one coming from Mighty Heavenly Sword Region is this person again.” Feng Zhanyun murmured with a low voice.

“Again? Which means, it was him last time as well?” Yun Che asked.

“That’s right. The people of Mighty Heavenly Sword Region all reportedly practice their sword in tranquility, yet this Ling ...