"Who are you, really?"
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, intently staring at the figure that had reappeared before him.
Dressed in black, his hair and beard were both white.
His face, wrinkled like the bark of a withered tree, was capped by an exceptionally bright pair of eyes that radiated a starry brilliance, fixated on Xiao Yi.
The man was none other than Xiao Yun!
Xiao Yun slightly smiled and bowed respectfully to Xiao Yi, hands clasped in a formal gesture, his voice grave, "I am your third disciple, Xiao Yun!"
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
They were both intelligent people, and many things didn't need to be spelled out.
The implication of Xiao Yun's words was clear: no matter what his identity was or where he came from, the fact that he was Xiao Yi's direct third disciple would never change.
It signified that he had secrets that he could not reveal.
At the same time...
It also demonstrated his stance to Xiao Yi.
I am your third disciple; you don't need to be wary of me!
