Zhao Muran quickly withdrew his gaze and hid himself behind Zhao Tianjue.
Zhao Tianjue noticed something unusual about Zhao Muran and was about to turn his head to look, but Zhao Muran quickly transmitted his voice: "Don't turn your head."
Zhao Tianjue's heart tightened, and he continued forward naturally, asking, "What's going on?"
Zhao Muran walked into the crowd, glanced at the two people in the distance out of the corner of his eye, and transmitted his voice: "Earlier during my trial, didn't I encounter a kid from a different race who could do celestial jumping? I saw him."
Zhao Tianjue's eyes lit up: "He's here too?"
Zhao Muran nodded, his eyes also bright: "He's with Ning Hesheng, who is a disciple of the Qiyun Sect and is quite strong."
Zhao Tianjue made a swift decision: "Change the place, keep an eye on them."
This place is far from the Qiyun Sect; if something happens to Ning Hesheng, who can trace it back to us?
