Boom!
A loud crash sounded, coming from the entrance.
All eyes in the courtyard immediately turned in that direction, only to see the once-decaying dark iron gate shattering into pieces and flying towards them!
It seemed as if a tremendous force had smashed the gate!
"Hmm?"
At last, Locke stood up from the steps, his muscles twitching as he stared unwaveringly at the dusty area.
There, a figure was slowly walking forward.
Yuchi Fenglin also timely stopped his next movement, ultimately not removing the last piece of cloth from Zhao Ning's body.
The figure in the dust finally exposed itself under the hazy moonlight, appearing very tall and robust.
Zhao Ning, too, widened her swollen, tear-filled eyes to look at the figure, her pretty face filled with disbelief.
She had not expected him to come.
Because the comer was none other than Chen Hao!
