"Xinghuo?"
Ren Mian looked shocked, disbelief apparent in her eyes.
She would never forget Ji Xinghuo's voice—it was something she often recalled.
When a few Winged People were killed by a single arrow earlier, displaying remarkable archery skills, she immediately thought of Ji Xinghuo, but quickly deemed it impossible.
The last time they parted, Xinghuo had only been an Intermediate Mutant.
In a little over a year and a half, how could Xinghuo's strength have increased to such an extent that he could kill a Legendary with a single arrow?
Then, Ren Mian saw the Highlander opposite her remove his arm guards, and his body shrank, his heavily muscled face slimmed down, reverting to a familiar countenance.
"Hehe..." Ji Xinghuo smiled proudly, "Ren Jie, do you recognize me now?"
Ren Mian looked as if she had seen a ghost, her beautiful eyes wide open.
