"Chu Qingyun, what should we do?"
Mu Xiaoxiao whispered in Chu Qingyun's ear, her face filled with nervousness.
Although her home was in Cold Star City in the East District of the Blood-soaked Land, if the Martial Soul Hall succeeded and let that strange illness spread throughout the Blood-soaked Land, she feared Cold Star City would not be spared.
After all, this was a monster that could drive even Martial Sect level experts to desperation.
"When we make our move, be careful of that Lord Feng. His strength is likely not as simple as it seems," Chu Qingyun said quietly after a moment of contemplation.
'Since I've stumbled upon this, I can't just sit by and do nothing.' Perhaps because of You Yun, Chu Qingyun was also filled with disgust and aversion toward the Martial Soul Hall.
Furthermore, Chu Qingyun got a familiar feeling from Lord Feng—the same feeling he'd had when facing Lord Ming, the man who had hunted him before.
