Ji Xin looked at Tang Language, who seemed to be sleepwalking, took a deep breath, and repeated, "I said, I need your clan's help. Contact your grandmother and have her meet with me."
"Grandmother."
Tang Language heard this, glanced at Xia Yue on the ground, and finally reacted, "Okay..."
Ji Xin averted her gaze, saying nothing more.
She knew very well that Tang Language still hadn't fully grasped the situation.
In fact, everyone present felt the same way...
Even she was no exception.
But she couldn't sleepwalk, nor could she be sad, because these emotions were superfluous at the moment and would only affect her judgment.
Xia Yue was dead.
And the commotion from Kunlun was too great, attracting too much attention... too many people witnessed the collective parade of the Kunlun Pantheon and Xia Yue's ultimate death in battle.
The news could not be completely sealed off.
