“Qi Hao?”

Long Chen couldn’t help being stunned. This person was precisely the guard he had seen the first time he had entered the Grand Xia Ancient Nation, Qi Hao. He had even treated Long Chen to some wine.

Back then, the two had ended up bonding over the Grand Han Ancient Nation’s despicable and shameless actions. It was because of that bonding that they had talked like old friends, and Long Chen had given him a few medicinal pills.

“Hahaha, so you still remember me. I’ll be able to brag about that in the future,” laughed Qi Hao. He jumped off the gates and ran over. He was originally going for a handshake, but Long Chen gave him a fierce hug.

“Even after all this time, you’re still guarding here? It seems you still haven’t gotten the hang of the Grand Xia’s bureaucratic culture,” teased Long Chen

Qi Hao was extremely moved that Long Chen still remembered him. Just what kind of figure was Long Chen? Even surrounded by enemies, he had slaughtered his way out. After his fight on Devil Spirit Mountain, his fight against three Empyreans, breaking out of...