Finally, Prince Xu came with an old Taoist who looked like an immortal.

Xu Fengnian sensed the sword aura in the reed marshes from afar. Before they went any closer, he asked Wei Shuyang seriously in a low voice, "Grandpa Wei, Chubby Chu's letter said that Wang Mingyang's little brother was also coming here. I just don't get it. The siege of Xiangfan lasted for ten years and he did absolutely nothing. Why would he meddle with this today? He just discovered his conscience or something?"

Wei Shuyang's expression turned serious instantly. He sighed and shook his head. "I dare not make any assumptions. I only know that he is a man of profound martial arts cultivation. Or he couldn't have been the Eleventh on Martial Review twice. That means he's been the Eleventh for twenty years. The laymen know nothing and may mock his title, but I don't find it funny at all."