Before the Great Pudu Temple, a hearty laugh rang out.
The crowd made way.
A burly young man in a red robe, surrounded by the masses, approached the Golden Light Array at the temple entrance.
"Yu Wenzhong?"
Wu Yue raised an eyebrow.
The newcomer was none other than the Qiantian Palace Saint, Yu Wenzhong!
Having parted not long ago, old friends reunited, both more advanced in their realms and stronger in aura than during the northern hunt.
"Wu brother."
Yu Wenzhong laughed heartily, "The news these days really shook Great Chu. It's a pity that the Qiantian Palace is not in the Imperial City. I rushed as fast as I could and barely made it to the Great Pudu Temple. Had I been any later, I might have missed this once-in-a-century chance to fight!"
Wu Yue chuckled silently.
Yu Wenzhong was still the same, a martial fanatic, his style of conduct even more like a disciple of the Martial Sect than his own.
"The methods of Fan Yin Temple should not be underestimated."
