Those who were present looked at the purple-clad young man in front of them, and one of them muttered under his breath, "He looks familiar…"
As the Centurion of Crimson Demon Ridge, a puppet of the Crimson Demon, he had not left Crimson Ridge for many years. In other words, there was a high chance that he had met the other party in Crimson Demon Ridge.
"He… Isn't he Duan Ling Tian?!"
