"Someone's here. Be careful, everyone!"
Xiao Jinghong's voice came from under the tree nearby.
Zhao Congjian and Beixiao Wangjian turned around. Jiang Xue, who was washing the Dragon Eagles, as well as Huang Lianxin, were both on the alert.
The little black snake was sleeping on the Three-eyed Drought Rodent, but when it heard the voice, it looked up in shock.
"The Emperor said that you have the Mandate of Heaven, but you passed away at two years old and became a joke. It was such a surprise to see you still alive."
The calm voice of an old man resounded in the valley. No one could sense his emotions flux.
Zhou Xuanji's heart trembled. Is he from Great Zhou Empire?
Before he could speak, Xiao Jinghong asked first, "Who are you? What is your purpose here?"
