My name is Yu Xian.
His tone was indifferent, yet it contained powerful self-confidence.
Feng Tianyu had never heard this name before, but that did not prevent him from recognizing that the man before him was an extremely powerful Human Cultivator.
After all, the Spirit Realm is vast.
Although the Human Race is also a great tribe in the Spirit Realm with many Daoist Venerables and thousands of Mystic Venerable beings, no matter how strong the Human Race is, they can't interfere with the Feng Tribe's territory.
Feng Tianyu could not possibly be familiar with every strong cultivator's real name in the Human Race. At most, he might have heard of some famous Daoist Venerables and peak Mystic Venerables.
However, respect for the strong is a common principle among all tribes.
Seeing Qinghuang suddenly summon Yu Xian's projection, he suppressed his anger and asked coldly:
"Qinghuang, do you intend to break our engagement?"