"Not many people can make it here."
"Just for this reason alone."
"Momentum, sound."
Kexiao did a double take. Each person's voice was indeed unique, which meant that initially, Feng Yi had not been sure of his identity. He had only roughly determined his strength by the fact that he had reached the 23rd floor, as very few could manage to even get here.
However, upon hearing the voice, Feng Yi had then determined who had come. He was able to recognize him instantly, an old rival he never met face to face—hah, truly worthy of being the one Kexiao acknowledged. Such acute perceptive abilities he possessed.
Regarding Feng Yi's question, Kexiao saw no need to hide anything, "The war is over, just came out for a casual stroll. You sure left Saudi quite a mess to deal with."
