After the shattering of the Jade Kun Mountain, Ye Weiming was plunged into a state where all his attributes were halved, making him appear listless.
However, when he faced the sudden reinforcement of the enemy camp, he did not show the slightest cowardice. He just spoke with a somewhat weak voice, "Since elder has already made a move, why not reveal yourself?"
"Sigh..."
Upon hearing Ye Weiming's words, a long sigh came from the voice, then the trio saw a flash of shadow before their eyes. An old man with white beard and wearing a green robe appeared between Ye Weiming's group and Linghu Chong. He looked depressed, his face pale as gold paper.
"Feng Qingyang!"
The moment this elder appeared, Yin Bukui, who was standing to the left of Ye Weiming, exclaimed: "Could you be the hermit master from Huashan Sect, Mr. Feng Qingyang?"
The old man nodded helplessly in response, acknowledging his identity.
