"Right now, everyone is too busy fending for themselves that even the ones who manage to escape didn't come here, how could anyone come to help? We are extremely fortunate to have received your aid." Yao Feng spoke without hesitation.
"So, it seems like it's a matter of fate." Upon hearing these words, Shen Luo's facial expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.
While they were speaking, he took a few steps towards Bai Xiaoyun, intending to bring the matter to his attention, but then, the heavy sound of the city gate closing again echoed behind him. All of the Jianye people and monks who had fled the city had already entered Jianmen Pass.
Knowing that something was amiss, Shen Luo instinctively wanted to use his divine soul to inform Bai Xiaoyun through a psychic message.
