"Haha, what kind of wind has blown the great beauty, Hundred Flowers Fairy, to the Sunset Mountain Range!"
A hearty laugh echoed, and Zhou Chen saw fiery flames rolling ahead as a Flame Lion charged over.
As it drew closer, the flames on the Flame Lion vanished, revealing a burly man in a red robe with an explosive hairstyle.
"What kind of wind could possibly be the wind of you, old lion!"
A voice filled with mocking laughter followed right after, countless flames roiling and tumbling, as a Flaming Giant Sword fell with an endless sea of fire, transforming into a golden-robed young man.
His demeanor was cold and serious, with a hook nose, and his eyes showing a pale golden color, sharp like a knife's edge, just staring at him made one feel thousands of swords piercing the heart and dared not meet his gaze.
"Hehe, old lion, little rascal, can't you see it? Clearly, our Hundred Flowers Fairy already has someone, truly sad news!"
