Zhang San felt a flood of emotions as he saw Bai Yucheng again.
"Officer Bai, long time no see."
Bai Yucheng faced Zhang San and smiled slightly, still as scholarly and upright as ever.
"Zhang San, long time no see."
Both men's faces revealed the joy of old friends reuniting after many years, but at the same time, a blade and a sword suddenly thrust forward.
With a loud clang, the broken stones and dust on the ground around them were sent flying.
The clothes on Fang Cunzai's body, who was behind Zhang San, rustled in the blast of wind.
"Old Fang, I'm catching up with Officer Bai, you quickly lead the people and get the civilians out of here!"
Zhang San had thought he was facing a relatively easy-to-deal-with ghost or monster, so he had the leeway to glance back at Fang Cunzai, but now that he knew his opponent was Bai Yucheng, he didn't dare move carelessly, let alone turn his head to look back.