Aren't Welcome

In no time at all, Jian Wushuang, who was clad in a scarlet robe and carrying a longsword on his back, had appeared in front of the two men.

"So, it's Celestial Master Meng Long and Celestial Master Yi," he said, cupping his hands together toward them.

"An Eternal Realm expert?"

The black-clad Celestial Master Meng Long and Celestial Master Yi, the hunchbacked elder, looked strangely at Jian Wushuang.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be Jian Wushuang who just joined the Green Fire Palace, right?" asked Celestial Master Yi.

"That's me," said Jian Wushuang, smiling slightly.

"Even though I've been wandering around this battlefield all these years, I've not returned back to the Palace for a long time now. A good friend there mentioned you when he communicated to me, however. It's said that you're the son of Nan?" Celestial Master Yi asked, his tone slightly cold.

Jian Wushuang was stunned for a while before nodding slightly.