Sir Yuan

Jian Wushuang retreated slowly and the Invisible Sword had already formed quietly.

At present, this old man who was more than ten feet tall, as if he had walked out of the black fog, did not have any surging force around his body, but the great momentum that he exuded was indeed not to be underestimated.

He also realized that although this old man did not show his strength, he would probably not be at a disadvantage against Di Qing, and might even end up in a draw.

The Young Emperor stepped forward and stood in front of Jian Wushuang. He said nervously, "Sir Yuan?"

"What?" The black-robed old man looked at the Young Emperor with doubt in his eyes.

"I'm Prince Yan," The Young Emperor added.

The black-robed old man's eyes suddenly focused, "You are Little Yan?!"

The Young Emperor heaved a sigh of relief and said with a bitter smile, "It's me. I thought you had forgotten about me."