Song Zhiming frowned and instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword. "Oh? You recognize me? May I ask who you are? Since we're old acquaintances, why not come down and talk?"
"Hahaha, fair enough, fair enough." A figure drifted down from the tree like a falling leaf. Song Zhiming's eyes narrowed as he couldn't help but marvel inwardly at the other person's formidable qinggong!
"Well then, Brother Song, do you recognize me?" The figure's voice grew clear and crisp, the body graceful, and the eyes filled with a trace of playfulness.
Chapter 37