"Five years ago..."
Zhu Han frowned slightly.
He naturally understood what Ye Xiao meant between the lines.
He had just witnessed Liang Zirui secretly take something out of his pocket, crush it, and then his figure blurred and completely vanished.
It was not something achieved by reaching a certain speed, but rather something that fundamentally could not be explained by common theories.
Liang Zirui disappeared, vanished into thin air, but he definitely had not died.
"I do have some impression and have heard some rumors; however, the sects of Immortal Law and Ancient Martial Artist sects are not just a change in nomenclature, you..."
Zhu Han originally wanted to ask if Ye Xiao was sure he wanted to become an enemy of the sects of Immortal Law.
But, recalling the combat strength of those from Dragon King Hall, he revealed a smile on his face.
"I was overthinking it."
Indeed.
