Yan Liulong's mature and charming face was full of shock and bewilderment. She was at a loss, seriously suspecting that she had mistaken the person before her.
Leizhou had not seen a warrior of the True Martial Realm for three thousand years, so how had she happened to encounter one?
As her thoughts whirled, Yan Liulong considered two possibilities. The first was that Han Li had always been at the True Martial Realm, pretending to be at the God Refining Realm, deliberately baiting a trap—he was too cunning and deceitful.
The second was that this person was not Han Li but someone else impersonating him.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yan Liulong's mind, and she blurted out, "Are you Li Feiyu?"
She felt certain she was right—that Han Li was just a false identity used by Li Feiyu. The True Martial Realm couldn't just pop up out of nowhere; it was usually old monsters.