"By the way, Ah Lang, and Uncle Chiyan, why were you pursued by the Blood Soul Hall? There must be a hidden reason behind this, right?" Lin Dong's voice was low and powerful.
His gaze was firmly locked on the two, trying to find answers in their expressions.
The God of War, Chiyan, trembled slightly when he heard this, and a trace of imperceptible sorrow flickered in his battle-hardened eyes.
He slowly raised his head, looking towards the distant dark sky, as if there were memories there he couldn't let go of.
"Lin Dong, it's a long story, but... we indeed encountered an unprecedented crisis."
Ah Lang, standing beside, clenched his fist tightly, nails deeply embedded in his palm, and the pain that flashed in his eyes was fleeting, replaced by a more determined expression.
