The sky turned gloomy, a fierce wind howled, and the sky nearby was oppressively dark.
Ruan Xing and others stepped forward, giving the impression that they were about to bring a storm.
Wu Li, watching Ruan Xing approaching, immediately noticed that no experts had come with them this time.
Ruan Xing walked up to the entrance of Jiyun Hall first, looking at Wu Li standing at the doorway as if staring at a dead man.
"Master Hu is waiting for you at the Shaquan Dojo, asking for a meeting," Ruan Xing said to Wu Li.
Wang Xuan translated this sentence for Wu Li, just as he was about to reply, Huang Wei beside him suddenly grabbed him with a serious expression. "Brother Wu, you must not go to the Shaquan Dojo!"
"Huh?" Wu Li looked at him.
Huang Wei said gravely, "You can wait for Hu Shan to come to you himself, but do not go to his dojo for a sparring match!"
Wu Li asked, "Are you worried that he will play tricks?"
Huang Wei nodded, "In any case, do not agree for now!"
