Looking at the imposing pass before him, Long Qie couldn't help but furrow his brow.
"What's wrong?" Titan, seeing Long Qie suddenly stop, turned back and asked in confusion.
"Something's wrong." Long Qie's eyes flickered, and his expression gradually became solemn.
"Wrong?" Titan raised an eyebrow, glanced around, and felt the somewhat bleak wind hanging over him; his face also grew heavy: "Indeed, something's wrong."
"It seems we underestimated them." Long Qie opened his eyes, his face serious as water.
His gaze fell on the battle platform, on the ruins and broken walls eroded by time, where a young man stood.
He was handsome, his clothes fluttering in the wind, holding a silver-blue longbow in his hand, a white feather arrow glistening with dazzling golden light in his grip.
Martial Saint, another Martial Saint.
