"Do they know each other?" one of the cultivators wondered, clearly puzzled.2

The Heavenly Southern Sect cultivators looked at one another, confused. Why would someone like Zhou Yiseng recognize a mortal warrior?0

When Fang Chen got close to Zhou Yiseng, he stopped in his tracks and asked, "You recognize me?"0

"Of course I do.” Zhou Yiseng sneered. “After all, five years ago, Spirit Blood Sect was able to refine six Blood Spirit Pills in one go all thanks to you," he said. "Unfortunately for you, you’ll die by my hand without understanding what that even means. The gap between us is just too big. In the eyes of mortals, you are the Divine General of Grand Xia, but in my eyes, you’re just a pawn, a pawn that I can use anytime I want."1

 Fang Chen only smiled. "So you really can't make a move right now."0

Zhou Yiseng squinted slightly. "What...0