In Heaven Origin City, Shi Zhaoyuan felt uneasy.
It was already the seventh day.
Shi Zhaoyuan instinctively felt the suffocation of death before a calamity. This feeling came inexplicably and without any reason, but it had already attracted Shi Zhaoyuan's intense attention.
Moreover, his trance became worse.
He could no longer continue refining the Hornless Dragon Essence.
"All members of the Moon Praying Cult, gather."
Shi Zhaoyuan chose to turn from passive to active. His gaze was cold, and there was an extremely intense killing intent in the depths of his eyes. He walked out of the City Lord's Mansion and gathered all his subordinates.
Half an hour later.
"Greetings, Cult Master."
The members of the Moon Praying Cult had gathered.
"All disciples, listen up."
