Baisha County.
On the city wall.
A wild wind blew away the floating dust.
A middle-aged man in a green robe landed in front of Jiang Ning and the others.
With slightly white hair at his temples and faint wrinkles on his forehead, it was clear this man was not young.
Shen Wenyan glanced at the few people indifferently, his gaze eventually resting on Zhao Yulong.
"Zhao, no need for formalities!"
He then looked at Jiang Ning and the others: "All of you need not stand on ceremony!"
"Zhao, tell me about the situation!" Shen Wenyan spoke again.
"Yes!" Zhao Yulong responded promptly.
Then he began to narrate the course of events.
At this moment.
Jiang Ning looked at Shen Wenyan, and his eyes momentarily showed a hint of surprise.
Seeing Shen Wenyan, a personable Great Grandmaster, he saw a shadow of someone else on Shen Wenyan.
The shadow of Shen Congyun.
