"Yang, Yang Chen..." Mo HuaWu stared intently, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her, her body tense, as if she couldn't believe her own eyes.
Indeed, she could hardly believe her eyes when Yang Chen appeared at this moment, and with a single grab, he pulled her behind his broad shoulders. In this instant, she felt incredibly reassured and peaceful. It was as if everything was enough with this man in front of her.
"It's Yang Chen!"
"Yang Chen!"
In an instant, those Yanhua Pool disciples who hadn't surrendered became excited, as if their savior had arrived.
Yang Chen, on the other hand, seemed amused, shrugging his shoulders, glancing at the Ziyang Sect people, and finally fixing his gaze on Long Huaruo, the culprit behind all of this.
