The back hills had only a few scattered structures, but each one seemed enshrouded in auspicious clouds, radiating an endless majesty like the palaces of emperors, invoking a sense of admiration in those who beheld them.
That was the abode of the War God.
Which one was it?
Chu Hao came to a stop, only one War God had spoken, but he had no idea which residence belonged to whom. Was he supposed to knock on each door to inquire?
"Senior Brother Chu!" Just then, he saw a young boy riding a sword to him, saying, "My master awaits, please follow me."
He appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, yet he already possessed the cultivation of a War General. Disciples of a War God indeed were extraordinary.
Chu Hao jumped up and followed the boy, quickly arriving in front of a courtyard.
Although they could have flown directly inside, the boy respectfully put away his Flying Treasure Artifact, pushed open the gate, turned to Chu Hao and said, "Senior Brother Chu, please."
