As Lin Mu's voice faded, he himself had already ridden the Dragon Tamer away.
The crowd was momentarily lost in a daze.
But not a single person wanted to leave.
Nor did anyone pay any mind to Zhang Yan, who lay on the stage, his status unknown.
For at that moment, they saw the clear cry of a crane piercing the sky in the distance.
"KREEE!"
An immortal came riding a crane from beyond the horizon.
Dressed in white, with a three-inch beard and a horsetail whisk in his hand, he floated ethereally, resembling a celestial being.
"Liu Xianhe!"
The crane was enormous and incredibly fast, reaching the skies above Wufeng Town in the blink of an eye where it was clearly seen by all.
Guan Chengye gritted his teeth and uttered the name, a complex look in his eyes filled with anger, regret, and a hint of apprehension.
Liu Xianhe was the very enemy with whom Guan Chengye had a ten-year feud.
