1157 was a slap in the face

Bright Moon City was bustling with people, vehicles, and members of the mercenary group riding fierce beasts.

Everything seemed prosperous and peaceful.

Ao Yao stood at the top of a five-story tall restaurant, looking down like air.

His gaze was locked on the master of Undercurrent, a powerful warrior at the profound void realm.

The master of undercurrent was wearing a bamboo hat today, which revealed his mysteriousness.

There were not many people in Bright Moon City who were dressed like this, and no one paid attention to them.

When they stopped, ao Yao immediately took out the communication stone plate and sent a message to Long Yi and the others.

The members of the Dragon Palace were not as intelligent as those wild beasts and fierce beasts. Their intelligence was even much higher than that of ordinary humans.

In the past, the civil officials in the Dragon Palace had taught them a lot.