The sudden shout startled Sun Zhe and the other two, making their scalps go numb.
Chen Ruolong quickly pulled his sister behind Sun Zhe to seek the great one's protection. He shouted in the direction of the voice, "Who is it?! Who's speaking?!"
"It's your daddy speaking!"
A large black figure shot straight up from the rustling, dense bushes. It leaped more than ten meters high before crashing down with a shower of leaves, like a war god descending from the heavens.
Sun Zhe focused his gaze and saw that the newcomer was a tall, burly, middle-aged man. The man had a handsome face and was dressed in strange black attire, and his brow exuded an overpowering, heroic aura.
After landing, the man quickly drew two bone-handled scimitars from his waist.
Sun Zhe's expression tensed. He extended a hand to shield the Chen siblings behind him and said to the man, "Sir, we aren't grave robbers. We came to your esteemed land simply to find someone."
"I'll help you find my blades!"
