Mo Xuankong's eyes were deep and flickering, with a trace of worry, but also a hint of excitement.
Or perhaps, there was some inexplicable contradiction in his heart at the moment. Almost everyone from the Moluo Tribe had come out, all looking at the distant anomalies in the sky with strange expressions.
After a while, Mo Xuankong's eyes finally returned from the distant horizon, and he glanced at Tangyu and the others, saying, "Outsiders, come over here and gather." With that, Mo Xuankong also landed in an open space.
Tangyu's eyebrows raised slightly. Why was the clan leader calling them over? Could this phenomenon be related to them?
Wang Qiutian and others also looked at Tangyu with strange eyes. Tangyu said, "Let's go, we'll talk after we get there."
