"Bai Song, Bai Yanwu?"
Ye Tianchen looked at the person in front of him, neither fully human nor ghost, and couldn't help but be puzzled. He remembered that during his battle with Bai Yanwu, it hadn't ended before Bai Yanwu fled. And now, encountering him here, once the number one loose cultivator in the Ancient Martial World of Song Mountain, how could he have become like this?
"Hehe, Ye Tianchen, I didn't expect you to still be alive when such a great era arrives. Perhaps it's a blessing from the heavens giving me a chance to kill you. I must cherish it!" Bai Song coldly looked at Ye Tianchen and said through gritted teeth.
"Are you Bai Song or Bai Yanwu?" Ye Tianchen frowned and asked.
