Zhi Wuzi was taken aback. "Meng Mingshi? The great general who defeated Great Jin on Mount Xiao?"
"They smell the same. There's no mistake," Zhi Weizi said confidently.
"Elder Brother, if you'd told me this earlier, I would've captured all of them," Zhi Wuzi said, frustrated.
Zhi Wenzi shook his head. "If it was possible, I would've given the order myself. That person holding the sword is too composed; the person carrying a saber at his waist has a strong aura. They're definitely not ordinary people. Most importantly…" He paused for a moment before he continued to say, "The sword user, saber user, and that young man seem to share a common energy fluctuation in their bodies. That young man's energy is very turbulent while the sword user and the saber user's energies are calmer. Despite the similarities, there are obvious differences as well."
"How strange…" Zhi Wuzi frowned.
