Red Wolf saw this and was about to nod in agreement.
But in that moment, he suddenly noticed a pair of black shoes appearing from the radiant summit of the mountain, followed by black trousers and a black long robe.
Finally, a young man with a cold and stern face emerged before everyone.
Makura Daisuke and the other three kneeling on the ground, along with all the Japanese cultivators, were completely dumbfounded, their faces frozen with shock as if they had turned to stone, staring blankly at the young man before them.
How could this be?
How is this possible?
Why wasn't it Uekizawa Shou stepping out?
Why is it him?
Yang Tian!
"How… how… how could it be you!"
Gazing at Yang Tian descending step by step from the summit of Mount Fuji, like a Heavenly God descending to the world.
The Japanese cultivators kneeling on the ground all wore faces of disbelief, and as for Makura Daisuke, he couldn't even string coherent words together!
What is happening?
