Old Luo and the two manservants were completely stunned, blinded by the dazzling display of Wang Xiaoqiang and Mo Qingge flipping clouds and overturning rain just now—a spectacle they had never witnessed, nor dared to even imagine. It was as if their souls had been whisked away, leaving them standing there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the two.
Turning to the trio, Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled, "How about it? Wasn't it stunning? Haha, stay with me in this Immortal Sealing Formation, there will be even more exciting scenes for you to admire in the future."
Mo Qingge, tears of humiliation streaming down, retrieved a dress from her Storage Ring and put it on, then curled up in a corner of the hall, her eyes vacant, as if her heart had died.
Wang Xiaoqiang paid her no further heed; now his urgent task was to find a way to break this Immortal Sealing Formation.
