682 Giving Others The Taste Of Their Own Medicine

The laughter reverberated through every single corner of the capital like a devil’s curse, causing everyone’s body to suddenly stiffen. They became just like statues, unable to move…

Xiao Yan?

This name which had already become somewhat foreign caused the faces of many people in the city to be at a loss after hearing it. Three years was enough time for people to forget many things. Of course, this kind of faded memory needed only a small trigger in order to allow it to once again return to everyone’s mind.

Under this soft laughter, the faces of many people continued to be at a loss for a moment before waves of exclamations were suddenly emitted.

“Xiao Yan? He is that fellow who had turned the Misty Cloud Sect upside down three years ago?”

“Wasn’t it said that he had died while being chased by the Misty Cloud Sect?”