"Moo Yuemei, it's time to leave, to go where you must be."
A calm voice, as gentle as jade, echoed above the entire Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
Moo Yuemei, who was previously chatting and laughing, suddenly froze, her face turning deathly pale.
Qin Tianzhong, seated at the head with a pleased expression due to the acquisition of the Dual Cultivation Technique, also looked extremely displeased.
Chen Zhixing slightly frowned.
Not long ago, he had heard Moo Yuemei mention several times that something might happen, forcing her to leave the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
"Master, what happened?" Chen Zhixing asked softly.
"It's nothing."
Moo Yuemei shook her head, forcing a smile toward Chen Zhixing.
The next moment.
Outside the Kunhe Hall, several figures walked in.
Among these figures, there were both old and young, all dressed in pristine white robes as clean as snow, with wing patterns embroidered in gold thread at the cuffs.
