"Since Senior Xiao Yaozi has not awakened..."
Xie Xuanyi was somewhat puzzled: "Then what about the transmission just now, and Daoist Zhu..."
The transmission just now was like the beating of divine drums.
The pressure of this transmission is undeniably real.
"Are you talking about me?"
The moment the voice fell.
A sound like the ringing of drums descended upon the peak of Tianyuan Mountain.
Countless strands of purple energy swiftly swept in, converging out of thin air, transforming into the figure of a wide Daoist robe, appearing before Xie Xuanyi.
"?!"
Xie Xuanyi's pupils contracted slightly, sensing the opponent's overwhelming aura like an abyss or sea, he instinctively took a step back.
Xiao Yaozi?
Divine Thought Transformation?
No... that's not right!
The next moment, Xie Xuanyi realized something was amiss, and he quickly looked into the distance.
The woman napping under the shade slowly opened her eyes.
