On the city wall, that familiar, handsome face appeared.
An old friend returns; though dressed differently, the expression on their face remains as calm as ever, as if it were only yesterday.
Yan Lanting suddenly felt a bit of a sting in his eyes.
This young general who had established a name for the Southern Continent was still alive, and now, as the Immortals and Buddhas were upon the city, he once again appeared on this dilapidated tower.
Compared to General Yan's emotions, Yang Mingli, after a brief moment of daze, noticed something amiss among the members of the two sects.
Shen Yi's past battle with the Southern Emperor in the Glazed Prefecture had undoubtedly demonstrated a power that shook the Southern Continent, but such strength alone was not enough to keep these Immortal Buddhas at bay.
