Yan Zhang. After all, he had been with him for more than 20 years, so David Lu recognized the person just by his voice. He turned around and saw that it was indeed the case.
The person who came was indeed Yan Zhang. However, this Yan Zhang seemed very different from the one David Lu knew.
Yan Zhang, standing outside the ruins of the Yan family's gate, was wearing a black robe, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and he was holding a jade flute in his right hand, gently tapping the palm of his left hand in a rhythmic manner.
Yan Zhang on the Sword-Wen Peak always had a gentle smile like a spring breeze. But this Yan Zhang, although he also had a little smile on his face, looked a little uncomfortable.
"You broke the barrier and entered the ruins of my Yan family. What do you want to do?"
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