"Chief Protector, do you need me to send Feng Yi and Feng Er to accompany you in action?"
"No need, have them stay here to protect you, you are more important."
Sun Wutian snorted with a yin-yang eccentric tone and soared into the sky.
The swirling demon fog headed towards the Southeast.
Feng Yun was somewhat perplexed, like a monk who couldn't grasp the situation.
He was somewhat confused; given his own status, even though the old demons in the sect were quite senior, they all greeted him kindly.
Even Duan Xiyang wouldn't raise an eyebrow or glare at me.
What wrong medicine did Sun Wutian take? He scowls at me as if I did something wrong or offended him somehow?
Heck, you've been a zombie underground for so long and just emerged, I don't recall offending you in any way.
As Sun Wutian set out, the Guardian Headquarters still hadn't received news from the Southeast.
...
Fang Che continuously tracked before and after.
