"I never expected to meet again so soon."
Mo Wangchen sneered, his gaze fixed on Ye Wudao, surprised that the latter had also come here.
"You've got some nerve. With Tianxu City gathering storms, aren't you afraid that the people from Wind Thunder Valley will come after you?" Ye Wudao squinted his eyes.
"If they are capable, let them come. Unless the Saint Venerable of Wind Thunder Valley personally makes a move, who can touch me?" Mo Wangchen responded indifferently, looking back at Ye Wudao.
This man had ambushed him in Silver City in the past, and Mo Wangchen would not easily forget.
However, for now, he did not want to clash with him. After all, as Ye Wudao had said, with Tianxu City gathering storms, he preferred not to draw too much attention.
"Wind Thunder Valley?"
Initially, seeing Ye Wudao recognizing Mo Wangchen, Bai Su and Xu Qing looked somewhat baffled.
What kind of person was Ye Wudao?