"Um?"

Yang Jiyan suddenly raised his head, and a flash of panic flashed through his eyes that were choosing to devour others:

"who?"

Mr. Feng?

Without waiting for the guard to reply, a person appeared at the entrance of the underground palace.

A young man was extremely tall, almost two meters tall, and his appearance was so handsome that he had no flaws.

He was wearing a linen-colored antique robe, which looked very ordinary, but was cut a little wider to make it bigger and a little smaller to make it tighter.

The waterfall-like long black hair was combed back meticulously, exuding bursts of light.

But all of this is far less than his pair of eyes.

Those eyes are like stars.

"Who are you……!"

The young man smiled softly:

"I call Feng Heguang, and I call Feng Wuchen to come out."

Yang Jiyan was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground with a plop, sweating profusely.

Damn it.

He is...!

The Qinglong clan, the two great sons of gods today, Heguang and Tongchen.
Chapter completed!