Half a day later, outside the ancient battlefield.
At the base of the Supervisory Temple, Nan Congyin looked at the entrance of the ancient battlefield and frowned slightly. "Why do I feel that something is wrong?"
He Shangke, who was cultivating at the side, felt his heart tighten slightly. Then, he smiled faintly and said, "Why are you thinking so much? The people we sent this time, be it Ai Xue or Song Ci, are all top prodigies of the Supervisory Temple, let alone Jiang Mu. How can there be an accident with the three of them guarding it?"
"Even those geniuses from the seven Divine Master-level factions are not their match."
"Not to mention the others."
Hearing He Shangke's words, Nan Congyin's expression was a little gloomy. She said, "But until now, it's been a few days since they sent us a message! Moreover, other than Jiang Mu, Song Ci, and Ai Xue, the others' soul tokens have already shattered."
