He?
Yang An froze when he heard how the Boundary Repairer named Huan addressed the other one.
He looked at the mask on He's face—that ball of fire.
'The Earth Immortal Dao Sect has a Boundary Repairer named He Ming. Could that be him?'
His stare seemed to alert He, who immediately looked back at Yang An.
Yang An subconsciously looked away, but he felt a prickling on his back.
The feeling was strange, almost familiar.
"Huan, you struck first. Aren't you afraid I'll snatch your prey too?"
He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Huan.
But Huan just chuckled softly.
"If you have what it takes, then by all means, go ahead. Why bother asking me?"
"Fine!"
'The atmosphere feels off!'
Yang An keenly sensed it. Though both men were Boundary Repairers from the Earth Immortal Dao Sect, they clearly didn't get along. Just a few words between them had been enough to create a hostile atmosphere.
'They're not actually going to fight, are they?'
