He gritted his teeth and said, "All the elders are our own people, so I, as the Sect Master, will speak plainly!"
"That Third Prince... is in danger!"
"He is asking me for help!"
"If I don't rush to support this last Son of Luck... the wrath of the Goddess is something our Hehuan Sect cannot withstand!"
With that, he used the Hehuan movement technique, ready to transform into a mist of yin and yang and soar into the sky.
However, in the next moment!
Boom!
A powerful, indescribably terrifying pressure descended from the sky, locking onto his entire aura!
Completely unable to move!
"D-Dark Queen?"
Looking at the imposing, peerlessly cold and elegant tall beauty before him, Ji Taimei's throat trembled, suddenly sensing an ominous premonition!
"Ji Sect Master, there are ten thousand demon path fellows present, who have been waiting for you for a long time. Leaving now is rather impolite, isn't it?"
