Whoosh!
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves!
All eyes turned as a handsome young man appeared, dressed in white so pure and clean, without a speck of impurity, his entire being emanated a faint and special aura.
It was none other than Ye Wudao, who had just returned from Dragon Burial Valley.
"Damn, it's the young master!"
"How come there's another young master?"
Lei Hu and the others, who were about to sever their fingers to admit their guilt, looked on utterly puzzled.
The black-clothed Ye Wudao angrily said, "Brat, what are you? How dare you impersonate me?"
"Impersonate you?" Ye Wudao's lips curled into a slight smirk, "Heh, when have you ever seen an eagle that soars through the heavens, masquerading as a flightless wild chicken?"
"Presumptuous!" The black-clothed Ye Wudao flew into a rage, waving his hand, "Men, come and kill him for me!"
"Young master, we really don't know what to do in this situation!"
