C45 Not a Single One Remained
"Gold Scale, bring them over." Yeh Wuxie's voice came from afar. There was a hint of killing intent in his voice. It was obvious that Yeh Wuxie was angered by something.
"Not good. Could it be that Wuyun encountered an accident? Gold Scale, quickly leave." Yeh Wujian's expression changed and said worriedly.
Gold Scale nodded