The dreadful blast of wind ceased slowly soon after it erupted.
A secret chamber's gate of Ditian Prefecture was opened abruptly, and a cold-faced young man who wore a blood-red saber on his back walked out slowly. Just after he walked out, he saw Jian Wushuang standing in front of him at the Martial Arts Practice Field, starring at him.
"Second brother, it's been a long time since I saw you. Your arm has recovered!" Jian Wushuang scratched his nose, and couldn't help but smile after seeing the repaired left arm of Yang Zaixuan.
"Third brother?"Meeting Jian Wushuang, Yang Zaixuan was surprised at first but soon turned indifferent again, "I thought you were killed by Tan Feng."
"A warrior like Tan Feng could never kill me." Jian Wushuang said.
"So confident huh?" Yang Zaixuan looked at Jian Wushuang, "I suppose your strength has improved a lot in the last two years?"
