As soon as the thought settled, there was movement at the southwest entrance.
A man in armor rode over, presented his identification token, and the guarding soldiers promptly and respectfully welcomed him into the camp.
[Tsk, it's Mo Yuanhao, that guy finally returned.]
[Get ready to work.]
Yun Wanqing's thoughts stirred slightly, her dispersed spiritual power quickly gathered, swiftly moving to envelop Mo Yuanhao.
As soon as her spiritual power approached, Mo Yuanhao's pupils constricted, instantly sensing a mysterious force.
An inexplicable danger swept through his body. He grabbed the reins, stopping, and looked around warily.
A hand reached into his cloak, gripping the hilt of his sword.
Seeing this, Yun Wanqing clicked her tongue slowly.
[Has he noticed my spiritual power?]
[Oh, his senses are so sharp, befitting the protagonist.]
It's not that Yun Wanqing was deliberately praising him.
