Water Dragon Island.
Master Xuan Shui, who was dealing with a Demon Dao invasion, took a Communication Talisman out of his Storage Bag without even looking up, then infused it with Spiritual Qi.
This kind of thing, he had to handle dozens of times every day.
After all, over the past century, he had handed out countless Communication Talismans.
Even if each person sends a message once, he would be receiving countless messages daily.
And it was the same now.
As he infused the Communication Talisman with Spiritual Qi, a weak voice immediately echoed in his mind.
"Sect Leader, I, Feng Yichen... have returned."
"Returned is returned, why are you sending me a message, not even knowing the rules!"
Already somewhat irritated, Master Xuan Shui felt even more troubled after receiving such a baffling message and instinctively wanted to crush the Communication Talisman.
But just as he raised his right hand, he suddenly remembered something.
