C217 Tortoise

The sound faded as swiftly as it had arrived, leaving the others rooted to the spot in stunned silence.

Liu Yangshuo swiftly pulled Meng Zhuangzhuang behind him, only to find no trace of the person below. Looking up, he caught sight of an elegant figure seated in a crystal carriage, silhouetted against the setting sun's afterglow.

"Boss... Old Boss