Over at the Central Continent, they were always quietly waiting for Su Xiaoxiao, but strangely, they couldn't find her anywhere.
As time went on, the old Daoist became more anxious than they were.
This guy learns nothing useful, and now he's learned his senior brother's unfinished business?
The aura has long dispersed; could it be that I'm the kind of person who looks for him for no reason?
The old Daoist couldn't hold back his anger and sent out seven or eight more signals.
The group exchanged glances, sensing the displeasure on the old Daoist's face, and didn't dare to ask.
They could only continue to wait.
"No need to wait any longer!"
In the Western Territory, Qiao Po and the others laughed mockingly.
Opposite, Su Xiaoxiao's expression was indecisive, her eyes sweeping continuously over the faces of Qiao Po's group, as if trying to discern some clues.
The more Qiao Po and the others laughed at ease, they all spoke up, "We really only have this few people."
