"You... you said that you're Murong Xuan's disciple! I...!" Wu Ming's face changed drastically when he heard Pan Qingcang's name. He seemed to be very agitated. Seeing that a mouthful of blood was about to be spurted out, he could only sit down hurriedly and adjust his breath. After a long time, he recovered, but his eyes were fixed on Pan Qingcang as if he had an absolutely irreconcilable hatred for him.
When Pan Qingcang saw this, he couldn't help but feel curious. Confused, he asked, "Senior, why are you so excited after hearing your master's name? Do you know my master?"
"That's right. I've met Murong Xuan once and had a deep impression of him. Since you're his disciple, the martial arts world is naturally exceptional. I'm sure you've already known my name," Wu Ming said frankly afte
