"How could it be him?"
Fang Zhixing's mind stirred, his face full of astonishment, thinking he was hallucinating.
Impossible!
Could it be that he had also reached the Fourth Layer?
No...
Perhaps it was just someone with a similarly sounding voice.
Fang Zhixing listened intently, yet the more he listened, the more familiar it seemed.
That voice, he had never forgotten.
After all, that fellow was someone he had always wanted to kill but never had the chance!
Fang Zhixing remained composed, slightly opening his third eye on his forehead, his gaze directed outside.
He saw, on the steps leading to the main hall, three people walking side by side.
One was the External Affairs Elder of the Canghai Sect, always pleasant, typically in charge of receiving and sending off guests.
With the distinguished guests from Minghuang Temple arriving today, he naturally came forward to greet them personally.
