Teleportation Formation
Editor: Henyee Translations
The significant time spent on the journey here made any further delay seem unnecessary.
Observing his silence as he opened his mouth without uttering a word, Qiao Mu spoke apathetically, "Since you're not objecting, I'll assume you've agreed. Let's proceed."
Holy Son Miyan remained speechless.
When did he consent to this arrangement?
Must she engage in such self-dialogue?
Turning around, Holy Son Miyan advanced towards the front of the group. Everyone had witnessed how he had conversed with Mo Lian and the others.
Though they dared not follow, they listened intently.
Unfortunately, the distance between them was significant, and when Miyan spoke with Mo Lian and the others, he deliberately lowered his voice. Consequently, none could discern their conversation.
At this moment, hearts within the group were in disarray, clouded by uncertainty and a hint of hesitation about the future.