The Hidden Worry of Destruction

A flower blooming on the head?

Ji Hao turned to Polo Do in confusion. Between Polo Do's eyebrows, a golden lotus had been spinning slowly, emitting a mysterious golden light that seemed to be sacred and miraculous.

"Priest Hua, your hand has reached so long!" murmured JI Hao.

Polo Do turned around with a faint, complicated smile, walking straight to the gate of the Highest Conference Hall.

A tremor went across Ji Hao's body. Hurriedly, he told Yu Mu, Feng Xing, and the others by using his spirit power about what had been happening over here. He reminded them to build teleporting formations to leave Liang Zhu City once anything unexpected happened.