Swallowing his saliva, Yang Yu furrowed his brows and then, mustering his courage, he raised his voice,
"I am a Messenger Soldier of Wansheng Country, delivering letters to the Plant Clan by the decree of Her Majesty Qian Xialan and Ming Dalak. I do not know who you are, but please do not hinder me; doing so would mean opposing the entire Wansheng Country..."
The more he spoke, the quieter Yang Yu's voice became.
The extremely timid demeanor was an act.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Yang Yu, "Truly diligent. I do not dislike hardworking people."
Following the sound, Yang Yu saw a tall, thin man standing on the previously empty ground, seemingly out of nowhere.
Wrapped in bandages and wearing clothes that did not match the season, with dark circles under his eyes, the man looked very spirited.
Yang Yu's interface showed no information about the man, but he immediately bowed deeply toward him.
