Another person also wore a Jin Xian crown, but it was a crown cast from iron. Wearing armor, with one eye big and the other small, inexplicably harmonious, even attractive.
Clearly, the visitor is not friendly.
The speaker is the one dressed in a lan robe.
Jiang Wang had seen him on Guanhe Platform and recognized him as the genius Ge Fei from Yue Country. So the armored man with the disproportionate eyes beside him must be Wu Ling.
To avoid arousing their suspicion, he stopped coughing up blood: "A friend comes from afar, but I am too injured to greet you properly. Forgive my rudeness."
Wu Ling's temperament seemed more straightforward, as he ignored Jiang Wang's polite words and looked at him, eyes full of interest: "How did you guess?"
Since the other party was willing to chat, Jiang Wang gladly said more.
