The white-haired old man and the gray-haired old man pointed at Hua Huiyue, their eyes sharp as knives.
Hua Huiyue, calm and composed, said, "May I know how to address you two?"
"I am Bai Yin."
"I am Bai Yang."
The white-haired old man was named Bai Yin, the gray-haired one was Bai Yang, symbolizing yin and yang.
Hua Huiyue said, "Your names are quite interesting, but unfortunately, your words and gazes are as venomous as ever. I wonder why that young martial arts fanatic didn't just kill you both back then."
A moment ago, the two had been chuckling, but their faces instantly turned cold and severe. Mentioning the young martial arts fanatic touched their deepest wound, their absolute taboo.
Hua Huiyue naturally noticed their change, her expression equally cold and chilling.
