Shamat held his head high,
"Of course, my Divine Sect..."
In the carriage,
"Too much nonsense!"
Shamat stopped talking.
Chen Xuantian curled his lips, turned his head to the carriage,
"Holy Daughter, are you tired? Do you want to come out and rest, have a sip of water?"
In the carriage,
"Keep your eyes on the road, drive without looking around."
Tsk...
Chen Xuantian and Shamat exchanged glances,
"How about you drive?"
Shamat climbed onto the roof of the carriage again and stood,
"I don't want to, this horse farts."
The horse teared up.
After a while, two streams of Yellow Qi flew over from the crowd, also releasing Divine Sense, confronting Shamat from afar. However, they respected each other's boundaries, not interfering actively, merely watching as the carriage passed.
Chen Xuantian looked from afar, calculated, truth be told, he couldn't see through, couldn't predict.
To be honest, what exactly is Yellow Heaven?
