"We're approaching Shiping Mountain," said Jiang Liyan suddenly.
Since they planned to team up for a long period, relationships had deepened along the way, enhancing their understanding of each other's backgrounds.
Probably the only one who had been half-hearted throughout was Wei Dongliu. The vaguer he was, the faster his Synchronization Value soared.
The others didn't mind. It didn't matter if we didn't understand Wei Demon Lord, as long as Wei Demon Lord understood us! Familiarity is the foundation of trust, after all.
Just as Biyun Palace came into sight, Jiang Liyan suddenly felt a surge of dangerous intuition.
She quickly grabbed the Flying Sword to stop it and exclaimed in alarm,
"Be careful..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a whooshing sound erupted and rushed to their rear in an instant.
In haste, she had no choice but to throw a Divine Smiting Whip backward and screamed,
"Wei Daoist brother, save me!"
