Yang Chen could sense the fragility of the Dragon Princess.
As the pillar she relied on in her heart collapsed in despair, she could only helplessly flee. Anyone, upon seeing strangers, would subconsciously think that they were members of the Spirit God Race.
Even Golden Claw, seeing the Dragon Princess's fragile appearance, felt a ripple of emotion and the desire to protect her.
Yang Chen, standing at a distance, listened to the Dragon Princess's cries and murmured, "I know."
"You know?" The Dragon Princess looked astonished.
"Yes, they have already chased us," Yang Chen said coldly, as if his eyes could penetrate everything.
"They've chased us? Then why aren't we fleeing?" The Dragon Princess's small mouth opened slightly, her face showing fear.
Murong Qi was also startled and looked somewhat flustered.
"It's too late," Yang Chen muttered to himself, "They came quite fast."
