"Senior Han, it's been a long time."
The young man, upon hearing Han Yanzi's voice chill to the bone, couldn't help but smile slightly, his demeanor calm and amiable.
It was as if he had encountered an old friend in a foreign land, with a hint of surprise and joy.
Not showing even the slightest of the intense emotional turbulence Han Yanzi exhibited to the point of losing composure.
"Master!"
Immediately, the voice of Wang Qingyang, filled with indescribable joy, rang out from behind.
She could never have imagined that her master would appear here, like a god of war descended from the heavens, just as she was on the verge of a crisis.
She had also not expected that her master, when confronting this notorious figure from the Demon Sect, would scarcely lose composure in front of him.
Amidst the surprise was also a thick layer of worry, she spoke in a low voice:
"Master, please be very careful!"
A flicker of surprise also passed through Shen Fu's eyes.
