"Where are you from? Not only have you run into our spirit vessel without apologizing, but you even ask us to clear the path for you?" A bit frustrated, Elder Moye released his aura and sent it over to suppress the chariot.
The silver chariot stopped once more, floating in mid-air. The chariot was over ten feet tall, twenty feet long, and its surface was shiny and inlaid with complicated seals. Several different Spirit Stones were placed in the seals to form formations, which was why it had been able to teleport just a few moments ago.
Although the chariot had come to a stop, the person inside didn't intend to show themselves at all. They even felt Elder Moye's attempt at suppressing them was a joke and didn't feel remorseful whatsoever. "An early-Foundation Stage dares to block the path of our Mo clan's chariot?" A cold laughter rose up from within the chariot, and their own aura was soon released to extend over the space.
