[Whisperer]!
The familiar red symbol, like a stone cast into a tranquil lake.
Instantly awakened Fang Qingyu's long-buried fragments of memory.
Qingjian City, Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall, that Daoist who replaced Lin Kang to first teach me Baji Fist, whose figure was firm like a pine, and had a mysterious aura, leaving me with an "unfathomable" impression, clearly emerged.
Fang Qingyu's footsteps were instantly nailed to the spot!
He suddenly looked up, his gaze penetrating the crowd, precisely locking onto the face of the middle-aged man wearing a washed-out navy Daoist robe, standing tall like bamboo, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Brother Zhao?!"
Fang Qingyu blurted out, his voice carrying a hint of incredulous joy and the familiarity of a long-awaited reunion.
The corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted, revealing a genuine smile.
"Qingyu!" Zhao Feng also saw him, a flash of surprise in his eyes quickly turning into deep joy.
