With Shi Xuanzhong's cultivation, he could have easily found Shi Xiaole by following the wrinkles of space, but he did not. After a moment of silence on the spot, he unexpectedly flew in another direction.
"Holy Monarch?"
One person puzzled.
"I have three old friends who are encountering misfortune."
As his voice fell, Shi Xuanzhong had already disappeared. Including the Chaotic Age Knife Lord, the other four hurriedly followed upon hearing this.
The old friends of the Holy Monarch were also their old friends, and one of the guardians of the East Victory world, each one of them invaluable and irreplaceable.
Shi Xiaole gave a bitter smile.
He faintly felt that Shi Xuanzhong's last words were also an explanation to him, it was just a pity that his current condition was not good, and he was unable to move.
