Shen Yuan's expression faltered slightly, and his eyes revealed a touch of doubt he could not suppress.
That oppressive crimson eye undoubtedly belonged to the Master of North Mang Mountain, and those words filled with shock naturally came from the First Ghost Immortal of this world.
However, Shen Yuan could be certain that he had never met this Master of North Mang Mountain; there was absolutely no connection between them.
Yet the expression and words of the Master of North Mang Mountain did not seem to be false, and it would be beneath the First Ghost Immortal of this world to mislead Shen Yuan with such trivial tactics upon their first meeting.
"Then there is only one possible truth.
The Master of North Mang Mountain may have not encountered the current me, but rather, a version of myself that had traveled back ten thousand years in time!"
