Hao Yan, alone, crossed realms without inviting any ancient ancestor to accompany him. His gaze was like lightning, instantly sweeping over the four Immortal Ancestors of Feng Ting, sharp eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.
His gaze finally settled on Feng Ting's stern face, his brow furrowing, and his voice carried a touch of coldness:
"Feng Ting, where is my sister Moonlight?"
The atmosphere on the boundary suddenly became somewhat subtle upon these words.
In Feng Ting's eyes, a cold light flickered, his expression froze for a moment, then returned to normal, his voice calm and emotionless:
"Your esteemed self need not worry about Moonlight."
Feng Ting spoke slowly, his expression calm: "This battle is perilous and widespread. Moonlight's lifespan is nearing its end, her essence is waning. It's not suitable for her to exhaust herself in such disputes anymore. Let her rest peacefully, away from trouble."
