"If I'm not mistaken,"
An Jing said in a deep voice, "that person should be Qi Xuan Dao."
"What!?"
Li Fuzhou's face was full of shock, his heart raging like a storm.
Who was Qi Xuan Dao!?
He was the master of the Black Ice Platform, the unparalleled figure of Zhao Country, and it was no exaggeration to say that his status and position were almost equivalent to that of the Great Yan Emperor of Yan Country, the most powerful and highest-ranking person in Zhao Country.
But now, he had suddenly appeared in Yujing City of Yan Country, and moreover, as an unremarkable fortune teller. Who could have thought of that?
Li Fuzhou asked, "Son-in-law, are you sure that fortune teller is Qi Xuan Dao?"
This is Yujing City, the place in the territory of Great Yan with the most martial experts. Would Qi Xuan Dao really take such a risk?
Li Fuzhou's heart was still exceptionally shaken, and it took a long while for it to settle.
