At this moment, Chen Yuan,
was bathed in blood, his skin and flesh torn.
He looked indeed somewhat fierce.
As the two men looked at each other, they were first interrupted by a cry of urgency.
"Sir?"
"What happened to you?"
Old Man Wu had always been concerned about Chen Yuan, seeing him turn into this shape.
The worry in his eyes couldn't be faked, and his complexion had changed.
Chen Yuan assured him it was nothing, squinted his eyes slightly, and asked the robust man with curly whiskers.
"May I know who you are?"
Qin Hu carefully examined Chen Yuan, with a trace of astonishment.
Then he pulled up the corners of his mouth,
"From the Prefecture, Qin Hu!"
"I presume you must be Chen Yuan!"
"It seems you have just experienced a fierce battle, severely wounded, do you need help?"
He smelled a strong demonic energy on Chen Yuan, and seeing his appearance, he suspected Chen Yuan had encountered trouble.
Towards the end, his gaze carried a bit of seriousness.
