At the peak of Cloud Summit Mountain, Qin Chuan was still in fierce battle with the strong combatants of the Ancient Martial World. The terrifying aura spread like waves in every direction.
Those from various factions who had already retreated a kilometer away, despite the distance, could still feel the intensity of the great battle.
In the crowd, a beautiful woman with her hands tightly clasped together looked up toward the distant peak of Cloud Summit Mountain. Her gorgeous face was filled with worry.
In her heart, she silently thought, "Is this your Second Life Tribulation? No matter what, I will not let anything happen to you!"
This stunning woman was none other than Song Yan.
In her tightly clenched hands, she held a yellow talisman.
The words of the mysterious Purple-robed Taoist still echoed in her mind, "Once he faces mortal danger, place this talisman on your brow."
