Mirror
編集者: Atlas Studios
Two huge azure crystals floated in the air, as if they were made from the same mold.
Wang Xiao watched in a daze. His eyebrows were almost twisted together, but he did not notice it at all.
"What the hell is going on?"
Wang Xiao muttered to himself. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Zhou Xiruo. "Is that your [Lord Core]?"
"No, mine's over there."
Zhou Xiruo shook her head and pointed in another direction. The two azure crystals floating quietly in the sky above a city. "The other one is Uncle Tang's. It seems that only your [Lord Core] has a problem."
Hearing this, Wang Xiao's expression became even more unsightly, mainly because he could not figure out what was going on.
The [Lord Core] was the foundation of a lord. It was the foundation for the survival of the territory. Unless the enemy forcefully invaded the territory, there would not be any problems under normal circumstances.