C832 Fan Yu

"I wonder if Yang Jing's Fellow Daoist still remembers what your son Yang Gang did to me half a year ago?" Looking at the golden-robed man, Xia Yang said coldly.

"Half a year ago. . . " Yang Jing pondered upon hearing Xia Yang's words. A moment later, his expression turned extremely ugly. At the same time, his face was filled with disbelief. His voice trembled as he said to Xia Yang, "Xia Yang.