It seemed like there was a white light extending toward the sky. It rushed into the clouds up till it faded away.
Mu Ling was still lying on the bed, cultivating. After seeing the light, he quickly got up from the bed. His face filled with excitement.
"Holy Warrior, has my father's strength been recovered?"
The number of Holy Warriors in this temple was not significant.
There were only Gu Shi and Hai Rong.
Therefore, when the old master Mu had recovered, he became the third Holy Warrior.
'In the future, no one will look down upon the Mu family again!'
"Hurry up, inform others! Everyone, go to the clan's hall!"
Mu Ling was surging.
Even though Nan Xian's strength was great, Mu Ling understood that Nan Xian was not attached to the Mu family. He could no longer count on Nan Xian to work for the Mu family.
