One by one, the cultivators from the ten great sects dipped down from the sky and landed before them.
Qiao Wei shoved Zhang Fengxi behind him.
"Fengxi, you can't transform," he said. "Don't waste Junjie's energy. I am sure that I can still talk to them."
"It's not like I can transform at will," Zhang Fengxi murmured. "Junjie has to determine whether the situation is urgent or not."
As he said those words, Zhang Fengxi's heart lurched to the bottom of his stomach. He loved Xie Junjie dearly and admired him for all the things he inherited from Xie Jianyu, but that child was still a child, after all.
It is noon. He might be taking a nap currently. And when he was taking a nap, he couldn't return Zhang Fengxi to his adult body.
Oh, these blasted cultivators, Zhang Fengxi cursed under his breath. Why couldn't they show up after Xie Junjie woke up from his nap???
"Qiao Wei."
