As Song Guanyu's vision finally focused, a shudder went through him at the sight of the familiar features of the man.
He knew that logically, there should not be a reason for him to fear now, as his Grand Ancestor stood beside him at this moment.
Yet he could not hold back the dread welling up from deep within, shuddering as he looked at that figure.
The fear that first was engraved into his mind in the throne room of the Imperial Palace when it dawned on him that Wu Long was truly unlike any other, and was not restrained by the same rules, that fear blossomed now once again.
It was not only him, but all who stood before Wu Long. It would have been strange not to.
After all, he appeared before them as if a force of nature itself, the personification of a storm.
The harsh wind, the heavy rain, none of it affected the Feng Family troops as if they were under a huge dome.
