"Hmph!"
The purple-haired youth's face darkened, and he led the way without a word.
A short while later.
Inside a tower on the Battle Castle's walls.
Luo Tian saw the back of Yue Jing, who stood with his hands clasped behind him. The Crow was leaning lazily against a corner.
"Luo Tian."
Yue Jing's voice was Yin Cold as he turned around, a murderous aura emanating from him.
The moment he turned around...
Luo Tian was stunned.
Yue Jing's face was grim, his hair was a mess, and a patch on his forehead was nearly scorched black.
There was a claw mark on his face, bruised and swollen, and several wounds on his body were bandaged.
"Senior Yue, what happened to you?"
Luo Tian was rather surprised.
Although he had expected the Crow to cause some trouble for Yue Jing, he never imagined it would leave this Golden Lord in such a sorry state.
