Clang!
Two swords met.
Thud!
One of the sword wielders was thrown back.
"Ugh!"
It was Wang Yao.
He gritted his teeth and looked up.
Bam!
Before he could even move his head, a kick landed right on his head, stomping his face on the ground.
He was unconscious once again.
"Alright, stop."
A voice entered Ye Tian Yun's head, making his whole body freeze.
He calmed himself down and moved back.
"Give him another kick."
Another voice rang. Unexpectedly, this was Wang Yao - albeit the older version residing in Ye Tian Yun's consciousness.
Ye Tian Yun frowned but didn't kick the young Wang Yao anymore.
His mind was currently in turmoil.
'What happened to me?'
He had many questions.
However, there was no one to answer him.
'Maybe I should be Wang Yao…'
Maybe except for the older Wang Yao.
'But first, I need to go out…'
