That person's head was still wrapped in a layer of blue mucus and looked quite disgusting.
"Huiri." The Holy Son hurriedly helped him up, allowing him to hover.
Seeing his disgusting sticky appearance, the Holy Son couldn't help but feel a little nauseous. He suppressed the urge to throw up, and his chest heaved slightly…
Qiao Mu had long pinched her little nose and urged Mo Lian to stay far away from that person.
As soon as the two of them moved, everyone promptly followed.
Zhongli Zhiwei glanced coldly in Qiao Mu and Mo Lian's direction before chasing after them.
"Holy Son Miyan." Young Master Gu Yixuan of the Gu family seemed very quiet along the way, as if he did not exist.
Now that he spoke, everyone cast a questioning glance at him.
Gu Yixuan didn't mind and only asked Holy Son Miyan faintly, "I wonder who those people who forced their way into the matrix were."
The Holy Son frowned and shook his head. "I don't know."
