Meeting an Old Friend in the Soul Suppressing River (2)

However, it was only a moment before Jiang Ming's gaze moved. He looked at the figures that were rushing over at the front with a strange expression. 

"Are they… acquaintances of the people I killed?" he muttered to himself. What a coincidence. 

At the same time, the group of fleeing cultivators finally discovered Jiang Ming's figure. 

"There's someone ahead. It should be a Foundation Establishment Realm expert!" a handsome young man shouted in joy. His body was covered in wounds, and blood flowed from his nose. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like a beggar. 

Even so, the young man was still holding a folding fan in his hand, trying to maintain his elegant and otherworldly aura. 

"I'm afraid that Li Qianya will hold onto that folding fan until he dies!" Jiang Ming was rendered speechless. He shook his head.