Xiao Mu unconsciously stepped back, his heart pounding in fear.
Even though he guessed that the person imprisoned in the painting was a friend and not a foe, his emotions were still uncontrollably tense.
"Which friend has come to rescue me? Please, come forward!" a calm yet commanding voice called from within the yellow light. As the yellow light dispersed, the figure of a distinguished man, who appeared no older than thirty, gradually emerged.
His clothes were ragged, and he looked somewhat haggard, but he was lively, radiating a rejuvenated aura.
"Miaoyi!"
The voice of Wu De, the Divine Monarch, rang out, filled with surprise.
He did not use a voice transmission but instead shouted out loud.
Miaoyi? Was this man Miaoyi, the Emperor?
Xiao Mu was shocked. Wu De's statement was completely unexpected; this haggard yet spirited man was actually Miaoyi, the Emperor?
"Wu De, I remember you. You are Wu De, the Divine Monarch."
