Fuhai King also suddenly stood up, his gaze heavy, staring intently at the tent entrance.
At this moment, the tent flap moved without any wind, lifting up directly.
A man wearing a black and gold robe, with a tall figure and calm eyes, walked in slowly.
At this moment, the outside of the tent was quiet, as if it had become a world of dead silence, with no sound at all.
In the eyes of the two men, there was only this figure, the slowly approaching figure.
As they looked at this figure.
Fuhai King's pupils suddenly quaked, then abruptly shrank, and his heart sank heavily.
With just one glance, he recognized the identity of the newcomer.
"Who are you?" Zhenyue Heavenly King shouted out loudly, trying to use his voice to dispel the unease in his heart.
But when he opened his mouth and shouted, he found his own voice reaching his ears, already indistinct.
