The black-robed man turned around, revealing two eyes staring at the masked man speaking, none other than Fu Feiyang, who had somehow arrived at the scene.
In a low voice, he said, "Hmph, there's no need for guilt, and I have no need to apologize!"
Fu Feiyang replied calmly, "I never intended to apologize, don't misunderstand. It's just that you look neither human nor ghost now, where will you go from here?"
"Hmph, I look neither human nor ghost? And you? Are you still the Dongfang Ye of old!" The black-robed man's tone was unyielding.
Fu Feiyang's voice had a hint of nostalgia, "Yan Hong, times have changed, and we don't need to oppose each other anymore. If you could return, us old folks won't target you again."
"Hmph, when have I ever left? Now, my disciples are spread across the globe. I know your intention, you believe my power is strong. You can't deal with those people on your own and want to rally support, right?"
