“May I have your names, Brothers?” Feng Feiyun tried his best to calm down but waves of emotions continued to assault his mind.

Why was a statue from four thousand years ago so similar to her? It felt like a dream.

The two youths staring at the statue had a tidy appearance. Earlier, they helped Feiyun out because they could see that he was special and wanted to be his friend.

The youth to the left was tall and thin with thick brows. He said with a tinge of pride: “Heavenly Tiger Marquis’ faction, Li Fengxin.”

The marquis had a hundred million troops under his banner. He was a top-level noble since the first of his line was a founding father of the dynasty. This won his descendants the inheritance title.

In other words, the faction of the tiger marquis also had more than six thousand years of history. It had produced many amazing talents and was quite influential all around the world.

Thus, Li Fengxin couldn’t be blamed for being proud of his faction.

The youth to the right wore a green robe and was around...