Upon hearing a voice echoing in the sky, everyone raised their heads to look towards the heavens.
Especially Beiming Xue and the others, who had initially fallen into despair, hurriedly opened their eyes, instantly filled with hope.
"Brother Wang Yan—"
"Boss—"
"Brother Wang Yan—"
Everyone began to call out different names, yet all referred to the same person. Their tones carrying the same excitement.
As everyone looked up, they saw a young man standing in mid-air.
This young man's face was smooth and fair, with sharply defined features, deep black eyes emanating a charming sheen, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and exuding an aura of coldness from head to toe.
This was none other than Wang Yan, whom Beiming Xue and the others had yearned for day and night.
Upon seeing Wang Yan, An Beisan shivered uncontrollably, a cold chill rising from the depths of his soul.
