Wuzhumuqin felt rather frustrated. She had originally gone looking for Wang Chong, hoping to return to Tanhan Mountain with him, but had never expected someone to suddenly barge in along the way. Wang Chong had gone after the enemy, and the two had missed each other. She had traveled with the Shangtuo Tribe's caravan for two days before finally returning ahead of him.
When a subordinate reported that Wang Chong had come to visit, joy bubbled up in Wuzhumuqin's heart. She rushed out like a little whirlwind and found Wang Chong at the foot of the Eagle God Palace, gazing upward.
Wang Chong stood tall and graceful, his face fair and rosy, with a refinement absent from the men of the Great Grassland. With sunlight spilling over his face and a gentle breeze caressing him, he looked all the more handsome and effortlessly elegant, leaving Wuzhumuqin momentarily entranced.
Even on Earth, Wang Chong had never seen architecture as magnificent as the Eagle God Palace. It was not a single palace but a complex carved into the mountain. More than a hundred buildings stretched from its foot to its summit, each half embedded in the mountainside. Countless statues stood scattered among them, depicting the Divine Masters who had served Eternal Heaven through the ages. They rose like a host of gods, a panorama of boundless grandeur and majesty.
Naturally, he saw Wuzhumuqin. Smiling gently, he said, "I had hoped to travel with you, Miss Wuzhumuqin, but unexpectedly encountered a formidable enemy and missed you. What a great pity."
Wuzhumuqin asked with concern, "What formidable enemy was it, to dare attempt to assassinate even you?"
On the Great Grassland, Han Hexuan was practically a god, revered by everyone. How could Wang Chong possibly expose this matter? He smiled and said, "As you