The myriad Sword saint's Guardian

Yun qingying's clothes fluttered in the wind as she walked to ye Chen's side with light steps. There seemed to be Some Kind of Heaven's will circulating around her body as she reminded, " the journey back to the xuantian sacred land from the great Cang divine city might not be peaceful. You must be careful!

"I know," Ye chen replied indifferently.

The wind-listening tower was an intelligence organization that had been around for many years. It was even older than some Holy Lands and had an unfathomable Foundation.

They did not have any dealings with the wind listening tower, so they did not know why the young master of the wind listening tower would take the initiative to remind them.

Ye chen had already guessed that there might be some twists and turns on this trip back, so he did not feel much about Yun qingying's reminder.