On top of the Xuanyuan Tribe's Divine Mountain, a mystic purple figure hovered in the air, as tall and elegant as a jade tree, with an aura as enchanting as moonlight.
Purple light streams surrounded him.
The breeze gently blew, lifting the hem of his robes, and the purple light gently swayed.
It seemed as if a purple meteor shot across, beautiful and magnificent, transcendent and ethereal, like an immortal untouched by the mortal world.
There was even a kind of hazy beauty to it.
Su Muyao looked up dazedly.
"Yue Wuhen!"
She knew it was Yue Wuhen.
At this moment, Yue Wuhen stood suspended in the air, his hands moving quickly.
The Clan Leader spoke, "Miss Su, Young Master Yue is setting up the tribe's Barrier Formation. Do you need help?"
Su Muyao shook her head, "No need, you wouldn't understand how he's doing it."
Even Su Muyao didn't know.
The Xuanyuan Ancestor's heart fluttered, "That's the Witch Clan's sealing gesture."
