Chapter 222: The Fist Art
The young voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it echoed in the ears of the three of them.
For a moment, all three standing in the air in the dark of the night went suddenly still, with only the night wind drifting past them.
The next instant, Zheng Shangzong snapped his head back and looked up toward the roof of the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion.
There sat Li Musheng on the ridgeline, his outline somewhat blurred in the darkness of the night, his gaze apparently turned toward the three of them.
"Who are you?"
Zheng Shangzong narrowed his eyes as he asked, a flash of wariness crossing his eyes beneath the killing intent.
At that point the two Falling God Peak elders looked up, and clearly recognized Li Musheng.
Both of them changed expression at once, saying with bewilderment and alarm, "It is you?"
Hearing this, Zheng Shangzong fixed his gaze on Li Musheng, quietly locking onto him with his aura, then turned to the two elders and said coldly, "You know this person?"