"Ye Jianhuang, isn't it time to settle our old score?" The seemingly honest man, who had been squatting on the ground, now stood up, hands still clasped together, giving Ye Jianhuang a simple smile.
Chu Shaoqiang didn't recognize this middle-aged man, but he could see Ye Jianhuang's fear.
Ye Jianhuang was indeed afraid.
This was the Fool's City's Master from back then, Sun Tiecheng, who instilled terror in others.
Ye Jianhuang loaded a pot of tobacco into his smoking pipe, lit it up, and while puffing, said, "I wasn't the only one involved back then."
Sun Tiecheng chuckled, saying, "You're not the only one I need to settle scores with. Just happened to run into you today, might as well start with you."
Ye Jianhuang exhaled a mouthful of smoke, under the shroud of smoke, trying to transform himself into smoke.
This is one of the most difficult techniques to counter in smoke cultivation; once transformed successfully, many attacks become ineffective.
