In the holy land of the Muyas, Qiao An, whose cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds recently, had an extremely ugly expression when she received an order. In fact, she was not the only one who received orders. Even Gris had received orders.
"Your Holiness, if we carry out this order, we will be putting the future of the Muyas on the line. Those two Supremes will probably deal with you at all costs," Gris said worriedly.
Qiao An looked at the order, then at Gris, before letting out a long sigh. "I'm afraid it's not up to us."
While Qiao An was speaking, a guard came to pass on the message. The purple-robed bishop, Derry, and Gabe, request for a meeting.
"They're already here…" Qiao An sighed.
"Then we…" Gris also had a worried expression. Each of these military orders could easily kill them indirectly. However, if they did not cooperate, Xu Tui could still kill them.
"We have no choice. We can only take it one step at a time. I hope…"
