The Attacker

Yang Le looked at the secret weapon that killed the man already lying in front of him. The attacker is a man, dark-skinned with slightly blonde hair, at first glance he looks like a common Hua citizen, but could also be a Tang citizen of descent, or even a member of the Mystic Tribe. One thing is clear, the weapon is quite familiar in Kai Le's memory.

"This, it's like I've seen it somewhere," said Kai Le.

Yang Le nodded.

Kai Le frowned, of course, he had seen him somewhere, at the annual warrior competition at Sang Guan Jiu Ye's residence in the capital of Tang, last year.

Kai Le looked at Yang Le for a moment. Passed the weapon into Bu An's hands.

"Your Majesty, it seems you need to call your old friend who recently visited."

Yang Le frowned in thought, but seeing Kai Le looking at him for a long time, he seemed to know who Kai Le meant. Yang Le pursed his lips, clenching his fists and hitting the chair.