Early autumn, riverside.
"You really don't recognize me, Fellow Daoist?" the old Daoist asked with a smile.
" Could it be Fellow Daoist Lanshan Zi? " Xia Ji looked at him for a while and asked in puzzlement. " We haven't seen each other for twenty years, yet you've changed so much? "
The old Daoist was silent for a moment before he suddenly understood and couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist. Let's make it clear first that we won't make a move today."
"Then you must be Fellow Daoist Que Shanzi…" Xia Ji continued to ramble.
The old Daoist nodded with a smile. " That's right. I am Que Shanzi. I am quite familiar with you. Let's go. "
Xia Ji knew that there was no point in pretending anymore. He had already recognized the person in front of him. After all, they had fought to the death before. How could he not recognize him?
