"The National Hand of Da Qi?" Li Huowang stared wide-eyed at the masked man before him in shock.
From the black and white strands of hair at the sides of his face, it was clear this man was not young. But no matter how old he was, he couldn't possibly be the famed hand from Da Qi. If he had lived all the way from old Da Qi to the present Da Liang Kingdom—that would be over a thousand years!
Li Huowang slowly took two steps back, glancing at his surroundings. For a moment, he had the strange feeling that he had transmigrated to some other place again.
Seeing Li Huowang's reaction, the others were clearly baffled. "Lord Zhuge, this person is...?"
"Oh, it's nothing. This is my good friend, Brother Li. He has his own unique way of doing things." As he spoke, Zhuge Yuan turned to the masked old man and asked, "Old Qin, who were those people just now? Why were they chasing you?"
