"Young Master?"
The voice rang out in an instant.
Zhang Jing and Feng Wuyu, who were about to leave the Secret Realm, stopped in their tracks and turned to look behind them.
The flattering smile of the Spirit of the Secret Realm was immediately in view.
"Jiaoyun, are you calling me?"
Noticing the other person's gaze.
Zhang Jing's eyes were slightly startled, and his voice unconsciously revealed a sense of surprise and puzzlement.
This is the Dongzhen Huamiao Realm!
It was said that behind the Jiaoyun Secret Realm was a terrifyingly powerful entity of the Ancestor Demon School.
The appellation of the Spirit of the Secret Realm.
In any case, it shouldn't be connected to me, a disciple of the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate.
Confronted with Zhang Jing's confusion.
The Spirit of the Secret Realm didn't say much, just respectfully handed over a red decree that was neither gold nor stone, and cautiously said:
