Licking her flamboyantly red lips, there was a hint of bloodlust in Mu Qingge's eyes.
"Young Lord." Mo Yang approached Mu Qingge to report.
Mu Qingge arched an eyebrow: "Go in."
Knowing it was a trap, they still chose to jump in.
If it weren't for the unwavering obedience and trust the Dragon Tooth Guards had for Mu Qingge, someone might have backed down at this moment.
The Flame Horse, carrying the unique aura of a Spirit Beast, slowly carried its master through the shattered palace gate. In the plaza, it seemed as if only the sound of the Flame Horse's breathing and hooves echoed around.
The Dragon Tooth Guards, silent and stern, appeared indifferent but were actually keenly observing every move around them.
Red Robe Xuan Armor, a cape as dark as black clouds hanging down. The breathing of all five hundred people was synchronized. Each spacing was almost identical.
