Huang Xiaolong finally met the legendary Xu Fu!
This man, immortal and highly ambitious, had privately swallowed the Emperor's elixir of immortality, and even aspired to usurp the state's Divine Artifacts—the twelve golden figures—and change dynasties!
One could say he was a peerless hero among villains!
On seeing this person, one indeed sensed the charm of an ancient figure, truly a man of exceptional stature and extraordinary demeanor.
"Hmm?" Xu Fu, floating in the air, reflected a trace of doubt in his eyes, "Young man, who are you? I see you come from Huaxia... I, for one, do not seem to recognize you."
Just then, a sharp, piercing scream resonated, not of a human voice, but rather a mournful ghostly wail, "Lord Xu Fu! This person! I recognize this person! He is no ordinary individual indeed!"
"Oh?" Huang Xiaolong looked toward the source of the voice, only to see a red-clad vengeful ghost floating among the countless lingering spirits on Mount Fuji.
