Synchrony

In the air.

Zhao Shuning stood with her hands behind her back.

Right now.

It was an old friend.

Opposite him was a strong opponent that he had never seen before.

Although the two of them had never exchanged blows before, they had all heard of each other.

"Senior, he's the An clan's direct disciple, Lin Lang."

Lin Lang?

Zhao Shuning pondered for a moment.

It was just thinking back.

In their era back then, Lin Lang was a god-like existence in the hearts of many disciples.

It was a pity.

Back then, he had just subdued the Yuan clan and had yet to find the An clan to settle his debt. Thus, he had been in a deep sleep for over thirty years. It had been over forty years since he last saw the legendary Lin Lang.

"You are Lin Lang?"

"And who are you?"

Lin Lang narrowed his eyes.

He wasn't sure.