This palm strike came incredibly fast.
Not to mention that Fifth Jing was unprepared, even if he had been, it would still be difficult to evade.
Blood splattered across the sky, a red and white flash flickered across his face.
He trembled all over as he looked up at the coffin, his face full of fear and astonishment:
"Wh... who are you?"
"Just now, Fifth Jing called me a foolish brat. I'm right in front of you now, yet you can't recognize me?"
Su Mo flipped over, jumping out of the coffin.
"You are Su Mo?"
Jiang Lan stared at Su Mo, his brows furrowed.
Su Mo was disguised at the moment, Jiang Lan couldn't recognize him right away.
Su Mo smiled:
"Vice Hall Master Jiang, long time no see. Are you well?
"I asked you to return to Beichuan, why have you come to this deep in the clouds?"
"...It's really you, how dare you sneak attack!?"
Jiang Lan was dumbfounded.
He wasn't surprised that Su Mo would appear here.
