"Why?" Duan Yun asked.
"Gold, under the Golden Tree, beneath the golden leaves, there's a shadow..."
The woman hadn't finished speaking when a loud crash was heard, and the wall beside them was blown apart.
Debris rained down on the woman like cannonballs.
Duan Yun's figure flickered, electricity humming around him, reducing the stones to dust.
At that moment, the electrical light illuminated a silhouette in the hole in the wall.
Ziyu quickly said, "The village chief!"
The previously vanished village chief appeared outside and suddenly made his move.
"Take care of her!"
As soon as he spoke, Duan Yun had already leapt out.
Outside, the mist still hung heavily, and in the darkness, the slightly hunched figure of the village chief vanished like a ghost.
Duan Yun didn't hesitate for a moment, his body moved like lightning, crackling with sparks as he darted to where the village chief had disappeared.
