"Junior Sister Ling, is it you who invited them?"
"Yes, I invited them. I will go and ask them to stop."
Ling Xiaolan murmured softly as she put on her veil, securing the ties over her dainty ears, and steadily stepped onto the Lotus Platform, flying out toward the great Formation.
Just as she was about to move, the dozens of huge ships in the east simultaneously came to a halt, no longer advancing.
Eight or nine figures flew out from the fleet, with Wu Wang taking the lead, flanked by several people on each side.
From afar, Ling Xiaolan could only recognize half of them.
There was Ji Mo, always smiling yet begging to be punched; Lin Qi, looking stern but actually starved for affection; and that Daoist friend Lin Suqing, who claimed herself to be a strict disciplinarian but whose gaze upon Brother Wuwang was filled with tenderness.
