C885 The Convention Began

"Jia Siyu?"

Long ago when the gloomy man blew that strange whistle, Ye Tian had guessed that it might be related to Jia Siyu. Now that he saw Jia Siyu actually running out, he was still a little surprised in his heart.

"Little Martial Uncle, you know him?"

Before Ye Tian could react, the words that came out of the eerie man's mouth completely dumbfounded him