The voice had hardly faded when a ghostly shadow, like a roc spreading its wings, swooped in from afar.
It landed with the sound of muffled thunder.
An old, short, and portly man with a full head of white hair suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, looking incredibly majestic, as if he held the power of life and death over countless people in his hands.
Undoubtedly, he was the one who had emitted the previous peal of wild laughter. According to himself, it seemed he was called Ouyang Hong.
"Old Chi, Old Deng, after so many years, shouldn't you come over and give me a bear hug? Or has time dulled the affection between us three old brothers?" Ouyang Hong stood not far from Chi Qingqiu and Deng JiuShou, a smile on his face as he quietly watched them.
Upon hearing this, Chi Qingqiu and Deng JiuShou simultaneously rolled their eyes. Although sincere smiles appeared on their faces, they did not go over to give Ouyang Hong a bear hug as he had suggested.
