Tianming coldly smiled and wasn't the least bit threatened by Suishen Yuan. He approached him, still shrouded by purple mist, and stretched out his hand to point at himself. "Then, let me ask you: do you know who I am?"0

Suishen Yuan widened his eyes and attempted to look past the mist, only to realize the futility of it. The black and purple mist blended together to form a kind of figure. There was no way to discover who it was without seeing them fight. Not to mention, the mask had also changed Tianming’s voice, making it sound hoarse and deep. It blended in really well with the yin-yang essence storm and was rather unpleasant...0