"Who?"
Beishan Jing shuddered. The familiar voice hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he froze in place.
GULP!
He frantically swallowed his saliva, turning his stiff neck to look behind him.
Beneath the sun.
A giant, golden Dragon Turtle, as large as a small mountain, was staring at him with a pair of jade-green eyes. Though it was a Dragon Turtle, its eyes held a hint of human-like mockery and pity.
His gaze traveled upward, landing on the young man seated cross-legged on the Dragon Turtle's back.
Dressed in a fitted black uniform, his face was as handsome as carved jade, and he carried himself with a magnificent air.
He exuded an aura as sharp as a peerless sword. His eyes alone unleashed a gaze as piercing as a Sword Aura, making Beishan Jing feel as if countless steel needles were shooting toward him, causing his eyes to sting with a sharp pain.
"Jiang Chen? How can it be you? Ahhh…"
Beishan Jing stumbled back in terror, suddenly clapping his hands over his eyes.
