Only Cheng Yuan recognized the old man. He cried out, "Master!"
His master was still alive!
They had hope!
Feng Xiu seemed to see his disciple for the first time, slightly surprised: "Ah Yuan, you're here too."
Cheng Yuan: "..."
Why did it sound like he was just a tagalong?
"Xie Huanran." Feng Xiu's expression was indifferent, "Is the Ancient Martial World ruled by your Xie family? Such arrogance."
Xie Huanran struggled to get up, only to hear those words.
He looked at the old man in the bamboo hat, aghast: "Feng Xiu?!"
Isn't Feng Xiu supposed to be dead?
How could he appear at this moment?
Actually, Feng Xiu had been on edge the whole time, and only now did he breathe a sigh of relief, feeling his palms sweat.
The summit of the Snow Mountain where he had been in deep sleep was a full eight hundred kilometers away from here.
Despite pushing his speed to the limit, it took him several hours to reach the destination.
