"Who?" The man with the surname Wu raised his eyebrows.
"Ninth Mountain's Colonel Chen Yuan!"
Xiahou Yuan's voice was somewhat distorted.
As these words fell, as if knowing that someone was calling his name, ten miles away, Chen Yuan, clad in silver armor on a white horse, with golden shards trembling in his eyes, suddenly looked towards the northeast.
Brilliant golden light shone as if reflecting off the void, various figures, street scenes, pavilions, and towers flashed by in his vision like fleeting glimmers.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, dozens of probing gazes quickly retracted as if electrically shocked, some letting out a muffled groan, their eyes scorching hot and fiery from the golden light, their hearts filled with shock.
In the next second, Chen Yuan's golden Dharma Eyes abruptly focused, his eyes revealing a shocked face!
