C995 Walking into the Extreme

In the annex, a man dressed in black sat in a rocking chair, twirling a teacup in his hand, a bloodthirsty smile playing at the corners of his mouth. From a distance, a fierce force surged toward him, the wind from a punch stopping just short of his face. Though the gust distorted his features, the smile never left his lips.

"Long time no see, little brother," Loong Yitian said