After Mu Bingxin's voice transmitted from afar, a white wave line appeared on the horizon, moving from east to west. The waves roared fiercely, like an army charging, crashing into the water, surging forward.
The disciples of the Peng Yuan Sect originally stood afar, only expressing a few exclamations. But as it came closer, witnessing the earth and sky moving as one, with an imposing display, none among them didn't lose their color in shock, their bodies lightly trembling.
Mu Bingxin widened her elegant eyes to look over and saw three Daoists appearing in front of her eyes. Among them, the young Daoist in the center was handsome and upright, wearing a mysterious Daoist robe, standing with hands behind his back on the back of a dragon-headed strange fish. To the left, the person's complexion was fair, not striking, while the right seemed to be an old man entirely enveloped in floating yellow smoke, making the face indistinguishable.
