"Such a peculiar space, Daoist Master, are you afraid that this old man will find an opportunity to affect the Zhenwu Sect?"
Mi Shenweng scanned the trigram formations moving around, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
He seemed unconcerned about being trapped, instead having the leisure to study this Great Wisdom Space.
"Your unscrupulousness is somewhat similar to mine, can't help but be wary." Qing Yu said calmly.
Mi Shenweng was like Qing Yu, with no restrictions, striking when he sees fit. To fulfill an old friend's request, he directly attacked martial artists below the True Pill Realm.
Qing Yu doubted that if the Great Wisdom Space was not unfolded, this battlefield might quickly shift back to the Zhenwu Sect.
"Should this old man be grateful to have a fellow comrade?" Mi Shenweng asked with a smile.
"This is not a matter worthy of celebration."
Qing Yu reached out to the right rear, grabbing hold of a constantly moving black snake.
