Jianglu: "I've not only met him, we've also fought side by side against the Withering—he often mentioned your Excellency."
"Oh?"
"He said you were his mentor."
"Ha, that's an overstatement. So where is he now?"
Jianglu: "He's at the Scar of Withering, near the remains left by Quercus."
She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but after she said those words, she felt the heat emanating from him grow even more scorching.
It was as if it could burn one's soul.
She even had a faint feeling...
That Gao Wen seemed to be enduring pain.
"Stop joking, lady, just take me to him."
Gao Wen said softly, "You cannot deceive the Holy Light. It was not easy rebuilding Cui Yeting, and I do not wish to destroy it."
In an instant, pressure surged toward Jianglu like a tide.
In her eyes, even the sunlight streaming through the treetops seemed to twist and distort, all converging on Gao Wen.
Just as the intense heat started to blur her consciousness, a voice came from the sky.
