Actually, what was there to fear? Even if she were recognized, so be it; she conducted herself with integrity and had done nothing wrong; Du Lilan was not killed by her hand, so she didn't need to shrink back like a murderer.
Having come to this realization, Feng Yueya mustered the courage to lift her head, only to find that Mu Tingsheng had already shifted his gaze away from her.
Yun Shangyuan looked at them silently, saying nothing.
"Who is Yi Zhengnan?" Mu Tingsheng asked in a deep and mellow voice.
"It's me!" Suddenly, a voice full of strength rang out.
Following that, a figure in green robes, holding a sword, leaped onto the other end of the arena and sprinted a few steps, coming to a stop several meters away from Mu Tingsheng.
The man was dressed like a Daoist, appearing to be in his forties or fifties.
A low exclamation escaped Feng Yueya's lips, "It's Liu Yan's master!"
So his name was Yi Zhengnan.
But wasn't he a Fifth Rank Sword Master?
