The huge man was shocked to hear Jian Wushuang speaking of the name of his skill. "You, too, know about the Immortality Secret Skill?"
"I suppose that confirms my suspicion?" Jian Wushuang's face slowly broke into a smile.
Not only he knew of it, but it was also a skill he was proficient with.
Jian Wushuang had long reached the highest level of the Immortality Secret Skill.
"This would also mean you know God Hong?" asked Jian Wushuang.
That was the name of the person who taught Jian Wushuang the Immortality Secret Skill.
A long time ago in the Ancient World, Jian Wushuang had chanced upon a finger of God Hong. Through the severed finger, he had acquired the Immortality Secret Skill and he was fortunate to have encountered a fragment of God Hong's consciousness. The friendship they had forge was hardly something that Jian Wushuang could easily forget.
"Big Brother Hong?" The man was even more shocked.
