Chen Yu's appearance frightened the three people from the Heavenly Martial Sect.
Wasn't this guy's fate uncertain? The Vermilion Bird Heavenly Nest mobilized a lot of people, searched for three years without results, which basically meant he was dead.
Lin Tianfeng felt the shadow that was about to dissipate in his heart reappearing.
Yan Su across from them, his gaze flashed coldly, staring at Chen Yu's hands.
Because those hands were holding his mystic weapon, the black sword.
Although this sword was aimed at Lin Tianfeng, so he didn't use his full strength, it was still interesting that Chen Yu, merely at the late stage peak, could hold the sword with his hands.
Besides that.
Yan Su felt Chen Yu was very special, a kind of attraction that made him pay attention involuntarily.
Chen Yu also stared at Yan Su.
"The mysterious heart's perception points to this person..."
