"I wonder what Wu Yi's reaction would be if he knew he has become the new unit of measurement..."
Wu Yi is the epitome of a strong character and never lies, nor does he hold back. He gives as much as he takes.
If he can win, he wins; if he can't, he doesn't.
He's nothing like other cultivators who always have an ace up their sleeve or keep something hidden...
So everyone likes to use Wu Yi as a unit of measurement, very accurate.
Not long after Yang Fu and his group emerged, another grey-robed cultivator came out. Although he was masking his face, Yang Fushuo recognized him at a glance.
"Hey! Fang Yun! Why are you coming out so late? I thought we wouldn't be able to say goodbye," Yang Fushuo called out.
Taking off his hood, Fang Yun released an insect that flew straight at Yang Fushuo's head.
"How dare you!"
Wu Yi drew his sword!
Yet, the insect directly passed through his sword and burrowed into Yang Fushuo's head.
