On the mountain where Lake of Colors Tribe was located was Han Fei Zi, who stood in her house, looking as if she could see the person who was silently sounding the bell in the city. There was a bright glint in her eyes as she stared at Han Mountain.
The person may have been hidden by the fog, but she could already vaguely guess that this person might be the Mo Su she had been looking for a long time!
"Is it you..?" Han Fei Zi mumbled.
The Elder of Tranquil East Tribe remained calm as he sat at the top of the mountain. His expression was like the still water in an ancient well. His thoughts were unknown to others. Sitting by his side were the Chief of War and Tranquil East’s tribe leader, Fang Shen.
These three people were silent as the lingering bell chimes echoed in their ears.
"Could it be our guest, Mo Su?" the Elder of Tranquil East spoke unhurriedly with a slightly hoarse voice.
