Meng Yuan escaped smoothly from the He Liancheng army camp, and he took the front mantle, leading the crowd to gallop on the wide official road on the outskirts of the city.
Looking at the back of the straddled horse, thin and straight, with black clothes and white hair fluttering in the wind, Yun Yi was really jealous.
There was a kind of people who were born with extraordinary talents and were envied by others. They didn't need hard training or tempering to be better than others. Such people were called "geniuses".
Obviously, Meng Yuan was such a person.
After seven years of seclusion and forbearance, this guy's martial arts were getting higher and higher, and he had almost reached the realm of transformation. However... that arrogant temperament also made Yun Yi grit his teeth with hatred.
