As Li Guanyi transformed simultaneously.
Upon the most ancient and grand Holy Mountain of the Western Regions, the voice of the Western Region's King Cauldron was vast, stirring the clouds across the entire sky, causing the nomads on horseback in the desert to halt and quietly listen to the voice echoing on the Holy Mountain.
Yue Qianfeng took a large gulp of wine, raised his head, and looked into the distance: "What is this?!"
"Strange, why did I suddenly think of my brother?"
He lamented slightly: "Alas, Mr. Po Jun as well, requires us to wait here, waiting for Mr. Yan Daiqing's merchant ships to arrive, and then return to Jiangnan together. These days, I still need to hold on here."
Because to head to Jiangnan, the elites of Anxi's Protectorate are all dispatched.
Breaking Army still worries that the Khans here harbor ill intentions.
So he left Yue Qianfeng, invincible in foot battles, to hold the fort.
He held up this grand cauldron.
