"What…did you say?" Yu Jian looked like his soul had just been knocked out of him. His face blanched to the color even paler than Zhan Riyun. Yet, there was a slight disbelief and doubt as he asked urgently. "How do you know that?!"
His judgment had wavered momentarily in his panic, and now that he gradually calmed down, he carefully scrutinized the man in front of him. Clothes tattered, bare foot, long messy hair to his knees. The man in front of him was very much like a beggar, he couldn't even see his face clearly because he had his hair covering his face with only his lips showing.
Thus, how could he trust his words?
Even then, there's something about him that told Yu Jian not to underestimate him...