Brother Zhou!?
Hearing this seemingly familiar address, Zhou Dao's eyes took on a strange expression as he couldn't help but reassess the Black Prison Sword Monarch.
He had considered many possibilities and had even braced himself for a major battle.
At his level of cultivation, there were not many of his peers who could force him to fight with all his might.
He had come this time specifically because of the renown of the "Black Prison."
However, Zhou Dao had never anticipated that upon meeting, there would be no disagreement, no swords drawn, no confrontation... instead, what awaited him was a greeting of "Brother Zhou."
This even led Zhou Dao to question whether he knew this Black Prison Sword Monarch at all.
"Brother Tao, do you know him?" Wang Xiaoyi saw the oddity and leaned over to ask in a low voice.
"Brother Zhou, is it convenient for you?" the Black Prison Sword Monarch gestured invitingly.
Zhou Dao came to his senses and nodded.