He really didn't feel like reminiscing with Zhao Muye any longer, so he hastily paid his respects and then urged the flying ship straight into the clouds, disappearing in the night almost instantly.
Zhao Muye stared at the distant point of light, his brows tightly furrowed, murmuring to himself: "Changed... indeed, after experiencing certain things, a person really can change this much..."
He shook his head and was about to leave when he suddenly froze—two figures had somehow appeared behind him, standing silently in mid-air.
"Whoa!" Zhao Muye stumbled in fright, "You two came without making a sound... Wait!"
He suddenly widened his eyes, staring fiercely at Bai Xiang, "Old Bai, you knew about Zhou's matter long ago, didn't you?"
His nose was incredibly keen, as back at the Shen Family he could smell that Master Qingzhou was Zhou Qing in disguise.
