and haven't even given me a greeting. Decades have passed, have you forgotten about me" Several days later, Lu Xia Tian was still on his small boat when a clear voice rang out. A man in purple robe... the one-armed man's mind. Although the scar-faced woman was obscured by the thunderous light, he couldn't tell if she was real or an illusion. But once she made a move, her aura seemed extremely fero...