Divine Statue
Editor: Atlas Studios
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
In the silence, time seemed to pass exceptionally slow.
Jiang Li gently tapped the Alliance Leader's token.
In the outside world, three auras at the Soul Formation realm suddenly erupted and disappeared.
The spreading might passed through the thick mountain, and a tiny bit of dust was shaken off from above.
Others could not sense it, but this Granny Zi, who was also at the Soul Formation realm, could definitely notice.
Her gaze changed, but in the end, it turned into helplessness. Old people would always have more worries than young people and would easily compromise.
In the end, the old woman sighed and bowed even more.
"Alliance Leader Jiang is a guest of our Ink Sect. No one is allowed to be unreasonable!"
"This matter is my Ink Sect's fault. Please forgive us!"