"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!"
Covered in black light, a large silver plate was flying at top speed. Wang Yunlong braced himself on the plate, sweating profusely. His pupils were dilated and he was breathing heavily.
"Your Majesty, your servant was late… I thought you wouldn't run into any danger there…" On the silver disk was also a solemn elderly man, his hair and beard curled.
He was skinny as a stick, and he had a dark green robe draped over him. He seemed to be very respectful toward Wang Yunlong.
"No… it's not your fault…" Wang Yunlong wiped his sweat, pushing himself to sit upright. "That person… that aura on him was so frightening. How could he have such an overbearing, terrifying aura…? I feel like… in front of him, my whole body and soul were frozen and unable to move."
