A sudden flash of light emerged from the horizon in the vast formation racing across the sky, its momentum like thunder, causing a commotion as it swept through the formation.
"An enemy attack?"
Not only the cultivators below were in an uproar, even the messenger beside Mu Zili's expression changed dramatically.
Just as they were about to take action, Mu Zili, in annoyance, pulled them aside, letting the magnificent and colorful light enter his body.
"This is the Little Heaven and Earth, don't make a fuss."
Have these people lost their minds? An enemy attack in a place like this? It was just a message, yet they acted as if they were in a drama.
Feeling the familiar sensation within him, Mu Zili's expression was three parts strange and seven parts distressed.
Wasn't this the familiar aura of his worrisome master? What did he want now?
Could it be that he caused some trouble again and wanted him to clean up the mess?
