C317 Zhou Fengmiao

The black-robed man was taken aback, locking eyes with Yang Xuan before they both turned their attention toward the source of the sound.

A formidable general stood before them, his posture as upright as a towering pine, his presence as commanding as a wild tiger. Beneath his sharp brows were eyes as piercing as frosty stars, and an air of lethal intent surrounded him