When Xuan Guang, trapped inside the Tai Chi Diagram, saw Qing Yu, the evident fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
Years ago, when he first met Qing Yu, he allowed Qing Yu to draw everyone's attention with a playful mindset, preparing for the coup launched by Prince Zhen Shan.
Back then, Xuan Guang never imagined that years later, the situation would reverse. In the past, he could crush Qing Yu with a flick of his wrist, but now his life was in Qing Yu's hands.
"It's been three or four years since we last met in Northern Zhou, hasn't it, Uncle Master Xuan Guang?" Qing Yu said with a smile, looking at Xuan Guang, who resembled a statue, with some reminiscence in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years have passed since he descended the mountain.
With the memory of a strongest, those past events in the mountains remain vivid, but the current Qing Yu is no longer the Qing Yu of the past.
