"Let's leave here first!"
Chu Ming's spiritual sense moved slightly, and he gently said to Feng Yuyan.
"Alright."
Feng Yuyan nodded, and the two turned and continued to fly towards the other end of the palace. Just after they left, a middle-aged man in a blue robe flew into the hall.
His eyebrows were thick, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and there was a faint thunder jumping in his closed eyes. The blue robe gave him an imposing look.
"This is… Zhang Hong?"
His gaze fell on the corpse on the ground, and the face of the middle-aged man in the blue robe frowned slightly, revealing disbelief.
