"You're not him?"
Hearing the voice, the elder realized the situation and slowly lifted his head.
Before him stood a young man in his twenties, completely different from the person in his memory. Although not as tall as the other party, the youth before him was even more handsome, distinguished, especially his eyes that carried a peaceful demeanor, unlike the other's cold indifference.
"My name is Zhang Xuan. May I ask how to address my senior?" Seeing that he was not attacking, Zhang Xuan took a step back, maintaining a safe distance, and then cupped his fists and bowed.
"Zhang Xuan?"
The elder shook his head in confusion, "Are you... a disciple of Yang Baiye?"
"Yang Baiye? I don't know..."
Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan suddenly paused and realized, "Are you referring to... Mo Baiye?"
"You killed me, seized the heavenly destiny that I comprehended, and changed your name for fear of being traced? Mo... Hahaha, what a clever change indeed!"