The swordsman beneath the bamboo hat had barely finished speaking when Su Chengyu appeared within the sight of the three of them.
His figure still bore traces of dishevelment; the marks left by Xiao Yuanfeng on him did not vanish that easily. It was clear to the discerning eye that Su Chengyu was not in his prime state, having already endured a bitter battle.
"It seems the Saint Envoy Tian Heng appears a bit disheveled."
The one who spoke was a masked figure clad in black, his garb clearly not a common item, expertly concealing his aura.
Even so, Su Chengyu still sensed a familiar presence from the man in black; compared to the other two, he was certain that he had had contact with this person prior to tonight.
Then, his gaze shifted to Du Nie and the swordsman with the bamboo hat, and without making any judgment about their identities, Su Chengyu softly said, "Having friends come from afar should be a delight, but it seems I am unable to extend a proper welcome at this time."
