"This is ... Lin Yun?"
Jian Wushuang looked at the gruesomely tortured body lying in front of him with astonishment. Wasn't it the purple-masked assassin, Lin Yun, who chased him so hard that he had to jump into the abyss two years ago?
"Yes, it's him," Wang Yuan answered and smiled.
"How did you get him here?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"Ha-ha, I have my ways." Wang Yuan grinned, but didn't explain much.
Jian Wushuang's expression turned odd.
He always thought Wang Yuan was special.
In terms of talent, Wang Yuan, who only passed the third floor of the Dragon Gate, was at the bottom of the many disciples in Dragon Palace. There was nothing extraordinary and no hint of him being a genius.
Normally, a man like him could not get into Dragon Palace, not to mention staying there for so long.
However... Even with his unimpressive performance, Wang Yuan still remained in Dragon Palace.