Misty Mountain, midway up the slope.
Zhang Han, accompanied by Ye Luo, arrived here.
And he called out Su Qianyuan.
The three brothers were reunited for the first time.
Looking at the figure before them, clad in garment fluttering in the wind, enveloped in a fierce aura, and sporting a shiny bald head—Su Qianyuan.
Ye Luo was bewildered.
It hadn't been that long since he last saw Su Qianyuan.
How had he changed so drastically?
He used to be a dignified middle-aged man, and now he had become bald.
However, the Earthly Sha emanating from this third junior brother was somewhat interesting, as it even made him feel a hint of discomfort.
Ye Luo, standing before a stone, smiled faintly and tucked away his puzzled expression.
"Third junior brother, it's been a long time, and you've changed quite a bit,"
Ye Luo said.
