This time, Shang Bin couldn't help but speak up. "Young Master?" he asked, shocked.
Those words were something that the old man used to repeat to that glorious young master that the Tang Clan once had, the son of the most powerful man to ever set foot in the clan.
Back then, Shang Bin wasn't that good. His talent was there, but he couldn't compare to any of the Young Masters at the top of the pyramid, so he rarely had the opportunity to meet that great master, although he had a good friendship with that legendary young master.
But that legendary... He was dead!
Everyone knew it. He died in that explosion of the world, swallowed up by his own destruction.
That's why it was hard for him to understand how he could be seeing him.
Tang Yin smiled slightly.
"I came back from the dead, Shang Bin, old friend," he said. "It seems that even death was afraid of me."
