Swish.
A cold glint shot over.
Master Chen's eyes turned cold.
The cold glint landed on the soft couch of the carriage, piercing deeply into the wood, but it was just a piece of paper.
Master Chen opened the paper.
There were only a few words on it.
"Twin Emperors fall, Heaven and Earth revealed, Wangjing tomb."
Master Chen's eyes changed.
He put down the jug of wine in his hand.
He originally did not want to meddle in this matter.
But if both emperors fell, and someone intended to bury Wangjing's thousands of citizens, it could not be tolerated in silence.
Ssss—
From the gourd, the Little Jade Flood Dragon peeked out sneakily, trying to sip wine.
"Yu, it seems we have no choice but to intervene."
Master Chen said, then he grabbed the wine gourd and the Little Jade Flood Dragon, his figure vanished, leaving the carriage parked at the roadside.
At the auspicious hour, within Haotian Platform, bells and drums resonated, music and songs played.
