On a rural path, a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman walked one after the other, both shrouded in the air of dusk.
No one could tell that these were two generals of southern defense capable of crossing hands with a Bodhisattva and a Daluo Immortal Venerable.
"Although the situation did not escalate, the Bodhi Sect did make a move after all."
Feng Xi's mood was somewhat somber; whether it was Brother Yan or the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva, they all tacitly controlled the range of their fight, preventing the surrounding major cities from sinking into panic.
But the clash between two Third Grade powerhouses had already proven that neither side was willing to back down.
"I have a feeling that the Great Nan Continent will soon be thrown into complete chaos," she took a deep breath.
"No need for such premonitions."
