C1285 Facing the Formation

Lee Haoyan!

Wan Yunhai whipped around, only to find Lee Haoyan poised on the sword's tip beside him. Clad in a simple gray robe that danced in the breeze, his long, gray hair added to an oddly natural and striking allure.

"Humph!" Wan Yunhai's face hardened. "What's this? Senior Haoyan, you've decided to show yourself at last?"

"Indeed, indeed..." Lee Haoyan appeared utterly at ease