Three hours had passed since Nian Shutong had broken through the barrier, and Fu Yunhe still couldn't reach her, his nerves stretched to the limit.
"Fu Yunhe, I have already made contact with the outside. The Crown Prince has given orders for me to stay here and assist you in finding Nian Shutong, but outwardly it's just about investigating the Insect Race, nothing mentioned about Nian Shutong. Moreover, a legion is also on the way here to follow your command."
Standing at the edge of a deep pit, Fu Yunhe, with his back to Xiong Da, halted, his body covered in mud yet his aura undiminished. He raised his index finger, closed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.
Xiong Da, looking at Fu Yunhe's gesture, found the figure in front of him merging slowly with an earlier memory.
Can people really be this similar?
Xiong Da didn't want to believe it, but it seemed like everything was forcing him to.
Who exactly are you?
