"I saw two elderly people fighting as soon as I arrived."
Cha Huan tilted his head to look at the newcomer, loosening his grip. Crane Tears immediately escaped Cha Huan's control, took a subtle step, and ran ten meters away. His mouth was full of blood, his face cut in several places by stones, his hair matted with dirt, making him look like an impoverished old man!
However, despite his anger and shame, there was unmistakable fear in Crane Tears' eyes!
Tap.
A Martial General in white clothes and silver armor lightly jumped down from the wall. The moonlight cast a flawless silver glow upon him, as if he were a celestial messenger. His chest armor, arm protectors, long boots, belt, and skirt armor were forged from individual feather-shaped silver alloys, extremely ornate yet retaining elegance. Coupled with a helmet that revealed only the eyes, mouth, and nose, he exuded an impression of strength, mystery, and dominance.
