Chapter 93: Masters Gather, Winds and Clouds Arise

An Jing was stunned when he saw the person, as if struck by thunder on a sunny day.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him was none other than the Third Master, Li Fuzhou.

Li Fuzhou!?

How could he be here!?

An Jing thought he must have seen wrong and couldn't help but take a few more glances, but indeed it was Li Fuzhou's...ord face.

The one who was always serious and humorless, rigid and old-fashioned.

The one who would be a thorn in his side for a lifetime, Li Fuzhou.

What's going on!?

An Jing felt as though he was dreaming.

Standing behind Li Fuzhou was a man of about forty, with sharp eyes and a huge blade without an edge slung over his shoulder, seemingly as heavy as a thousand catties.

With a glance, An Jing could sense that the swordsman's strength was extremely high, definitely not below his own.

"Li Fuzhou! You old undead."

The moment Ling Yuhua saw Li Fuzhou, a profound killing intent surfaced in his eyes.