Xuanji School's First-Generation Disciple
編輯: Henyee Translations
The expressions of the duo underwent a swift change as they immediately positioned themselves to block Qiao Mu's path.
"Hey, young lad, step aside! This old man would like to have a word with the young lady…" Before he could complete his sentence, a dazzling light emanated from the young lady's body, and two dark wooden tablets suddenly soared into the air, radiating a glossy black glow.
Mo Lian was taken aback. He had assumed that his wife had taken the initiative by using talismans.
Upon closer examination, he realized that these weren't ordinary ebony talismans. Instead, they were two wooden tablets etched with clear, concise lines and engraved with individuals' names.
What was going on? Duan Yue and Mo Lian exchanged puzzled glances, both turning their attention to the young girl.
Meanwhile, Lady Qiaoqiao was equally bewildered. She urged the two men forward and stepped forward herself.