In a cave in Changbai Mountain, Chen Ji quietly looked at the roof of the cave.
Old Ears poked his head into his line of sight, his wrinkled face staring at him, "What are you thinking about, lying there with your eyes open and not speaking? Did you get possessed or something?"
Chen Ji remained silent.
Old Ears waved his hand in front of Chen Ji's face, but Chen Ji's eyelids didn't even twitch.
At this moment, Wu Yun suddenly perked up his ears. Moments later, footsteps, the sound of armor clattering, and the angry shouts of the Korean Zhongwu Guards came from outside the cave: "Donggur Anei!"
Old Ears frowned, "The Zhongwu Guards caught up so quickly. Could it be that the woman has already been cut down by Wu Kezhi? We must go quickly, or it'll be too late."
Chen Ji still did not speak. He felt the Molten Flow within him, like the Yellow River cascading down, billions of river waters surging into the Dragon Trench of ten li.
