Ning Zhuo was swiftly brushed by the light wave, emerging unscathed.
It wasn't just him; the nearby cultivators were also unharmed.
Ning Zhuo was overjoyed, not knowing the reason, but the smile on his face grew more confident and assured. He slightly raised his voice: "Just as I suspected!"
Jiao Ma's father's lips trembled with excitement.
He shouted in his heart, "The magic treasure has recognized its master! Such a powerful magic treasure has voluntarily allied with Jiao Ma. Nominally, doesn't it belong to the Jiao family? Wonderful! This is fantastic!"
Qing Chi was also excited and clasped her hands: "Little Ma, you're amazing!"
Her eyes sparkled with admiration for Ning Zhuo.
Qing Yan frowned: "But what's going on, exactly?"
Ning Zhuo knew about the omen poem, but he didn't understand it.
Ning Zhuo thought, "How would I know the reason?"
He was hesitating whether to share the omen poem to gather ideas when Luo Si already understood: "I see now."
