The penetrating voice filled the Starry Valley.
The slaves, who were diligently working inside and outside the hall, suddenly stopped.
People were stunned, hardly believing what they had heard.
In the Starry Valley, someone actually dared to call out the name of Master Shen?
Is this person tired of living?
Do they want to be whipped to death?
"How bold!" A supervisor sharply turned around, looking toward the direction from which the voice came.
High above, a young man in a straw cape stood in mid-air.
His cold eyes gazed down below.
"Boom!"
Spiritual Sign Believer·Xiaoman, who was moving stones, suddenly loosened her grip, and the large rock fell from her arms to the ground.
She widened her eyes, looking up at the young man in the straw cape in disbelief, murmuring, "Ran...Ran Shen..."
It wasn't just Xiaoman who was dumbfounded; there was also a commotion among the slave groups throughout the hall.
Lu Ran?
The Pride of Da Xia·Lu Ran?!
