In the mountains, the ancient trees stood exceptionally tall, their roots rugged and gnarled, protruding from the surface of the earth like horned dragons.
A stream meandered through the ancient trees, its surface calm and silent, lending an air of tranquility to the surroundings.
"This… this can't be!" Qin Hao's voice trembled, as if he had seen a ghost. No matter how he tried, he couldn't believe his eyes—standing before him was the person he had once known.
Shi Hao's expression was serene as he quietly gazed at him.
"What a terrifyingly powerful young man. Such a chilling aura, his blood energy within is like a True Dragon lying dormant." Louis was deeply shaken as he looked at Qin Hao, his mind filled with unease.
"You… you're still alive!" Qin Hao's chest heaved violently, his breaths heavy, betraying the tumult of emotions within. He kept his wide eyes fixed on Shi Hao, unable to look away.
