Jia Ping's words had barely fallen when the small warehouse door slowly opened, and a hunchbacked figure emerged amidst the scattered dust.
Seeing this person, Huang Anping was stunned.
"Mother!!!"
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
His mother had died five years ago.
How could it be...
Zhou Yu was also somewhat surprised.
This old woman looked frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her away, but her aura was extremely domineering.
This was a master!
Her cultivation had at least reached the peak of the Greater Innate Realm, or even...
While everyone was shocked, the old woman spoke.
Her voice was indifferent.
"Your Martial Hall is always shameless, bullying the weak and fearing the strong! Do you really think my Bai Family is easy to bully?"
Jia Ping's face changed.
"Madam Yuzhu? You're actually not dead?"
"This old lady not dying disappoints you?"
