"Lone Wolf, are you surprised to see me?" Yang Xiao stood over Lone Wolf, looking down at him with a condescending gaze.
He no longer hid his aura, letting it flood out overwhelmingly, pressing so heavily that Lone Wolf could barely breathe.
This was how he should look as Yang Lao-ye, but most of the time, he concealed this demeanor. The front he showed others was harmless and gentle like the breeze of early spring.
"Yang... Yang Xiao!" Lone Wolf called out his name through gritted teeth.
Although the conflict between him and Yang Xiao started by his own fault, he still harbored deep hatred for Yang Xiao.
He didn't remember at all the grace of Yang Xiao having spared his life.
Indeed, as Pixiu had said, Lone Wolf was someone who sought revenge for even the smallest grievance.
"That's right, it's me. It seems you're not at all surprised by my arrival?" Yang Xiao said with a smile, a coldness in his smile that probably only Lone Wolf understood.
