Xiao Ming's face briefly flashed with a gloomy expression, followed by a light cough, as if he was about to say something.
But at that moment, the inscriptions on the stele in front of him began to buzz and, with a flash, converged into a faint silver rune array.
Once the entire rune array lit up, the center suddenly rippled, revealing a large hole.
A figure flickered inside, and a man and a woman flew out side by side.
"Oh, it's you three Daoists. That's quite coincidental indeed." The young man swept his gaze over the trio, momentarily stunned, but soon displayed a somewhat amused expression.
The woman beside him looked at Xiao Ming and the other two with an expression full of surprise and extreme caution.
The two were naturally Han Li and Fairy Bing Po, who had just emerged.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Ming and the other two's faces changed dramatically, causing them to exchange glances.
The present situation seemed to be the worst outcome the three had anticipated.
