Zhou Qingxu glanced at the old woman and then at the blood fog enveloping the skies above Great Tang Chang'an City.
"The superior said no one is allowed in, but it seems no one can enter anyway," she mused.
"This barrier simply isn't something ordinary people can break through."
"It requires a Sky-Man to do so."
"It seems the superior has assigned me a tough task. The emergence of this city—I wonder how many Sky-Men it will attract."
Zhou Qingxu muttered to himself, his hand lifting slightly as he casually waved toward the direction the old woman had fled.
He then slowly turned around.
And addressed the colleagues behind him.
"Spread out, you heard what the superior said."
As Zhou Qingxu's words fell, the Great Tang's powerhouses around him nodded slightly, their expressions unchanged and with little exchange of words. They silently took positions, forming a circle and protecting Great Tang Chang'an City within it.
