"Jian Wushuang!"
"Jian Wushuang!"
"Jian Wushuang!"
"Where... are you?"
"Where the hell are you?"
The forlorn and shrill voice reverberated through the area.
Jian Meng'er had cried Jian Wushuang three times until her voice became hoarse.
She had hated him to the core, but now, she wished that he would appear to save them as he had done many times before in the Nanyang Continent.
Besides Jian Meng'er, many clansmen here were also fervently crying a name in their hearts.
This name was none other than Jian Wushuang!
He was their pride and joy and regarded as a legend even in the entire Nanyang Continent.
Everyone hoped that this legend would show up to protect them.
However, nothing happened even after Jian Meng'er's voice had faded.
Jian Wushuang had not appeared.
Despair!
All the clansmen fell into despair.
