About a month ago, shortly after killing Wu Fan, Bai Chen had already left this place and back to Wu Zhou city.
However, less than 2 hours after that, a man appeared above the river where the fight happened.
He was a middle-aged man with a nice skin. He looked glorious and emitted an auspicious aura. He wore a golden robe with a pattern of dragons and the word ‘Wu’ on it. There was a faint shadow of a crown on his head.
It was obvious that he was from the Wu dynasty.
“Wu Fan is dead…” The middle-aged man muttered softly. He looked into the river and waved his hand slowly to call Wu Fan’s headless body up from the cold.
“Such cruelty.” A voice sounded. It was not from the middle-aged man of the Wu dynasty. It was another middle-aged man who had just appeared.
This middle-aged man was a little plump. He dressed in luxurious clothing. Both of his hands were full of golden jewelry.