"Teacher."
Outside the crowd, Xun FuJun, in a moon-white robe and with a cold expression, silently landed in front of Hui Yunzi. Looking at the figure he respected the most, his eyes subtly flickered with a restrained joy, anticipation, and tension.
Their appearances were different, yet standing together at this moment, their demeanor seemed as if cast from the same mold.
Identical attire and equally stern expressions.
Hui Yunzi looked at Xun FuJun before him, examining him up and down, with a hint of harshness and disappointment rising on his indifferent face:
"I taught you many times, never act rashly before knowing an opponent's foundation, and when you do, strive for complete success, leaving no room for any counterattack!"
"You sent Han Yanzi to patch the sky, yet you missed that he still had an incarnation hidden... the result was just sending him to death for nothing, leaving endless repercussions!"
