"Brother Ye, it's been a long time."
Seeing Ye Hao turn his head, a man lying on the ground looking rather shabby waved the wine gourd in his hand at Ye Hao, greeting him.
"Chu Sanxiao, now is not the time for reminiscence!"
Ye Hao was delighted to see this person, but just as he was about to respond, a strong aura suddenly surged beside him, accompanied by a cold voice that reached his ears.
"Old Evil Zong!"
Upon hearing this voice, Ye Hao couldn't help but take two big steps back before turning his head to look, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground.
"Mr. Zhu, Senior Feng, Master Fu, Brother Ku..."
Ye Hao finally managed to steady himself, calming his agitated emotions, and spoke with a bitter face: "May I know the purpose of your visit this time?"
When Ye Hao saw these people, he immediately understood that those who attacked the defensive formation earlier were just front-line pawns, and the people before him were the true masterminds.
