You should know that magic can be used in this reception hall, and there might be many true immortals secretly listening to what's going on here from their rooms!
"Don't go too far!"
"You're the one who went too far!"
The two started arguing back and forth.
Listening to their argument, Feng Xiaoyao yawned, and seeing that the servants had not yet returned, she casually waved her hand.
The light gauze curtains in the main hall began to flutter.
The wind swept through every corner of the Demon Palace, swirling and circling in deserted areas. The demonic beasts trembled with fear, even those who preferred solitary combat huddled together in corners. The true immortals cultivating were all disturbed, casting their spiritual senses into the main hall to vigilantly investigate who was scanning the area.
Unlike other spiritual energies, wind energy, precisely because it is formless, can cover the largest area and receive the fastest information.
Colorless and formless, yet she discovered some clues.
Two immature adult men were arguing noisily in my ear, and the content of their arguments was incredibly childish.
The little fairy's snow-white eyebrows furrowed, and she raised her hand and waved.
The two people were mouthing the words, but no sound came out.
She took out a mirror, and with a thought, a dark-skinned, burly man appeared in the mirror, his muscular arms and chest bare, with only a cloak tied around his neck above his waist.
He was holding two bottles in his arms, and as soon as the call connected, he cursed, "Damn it! That bastard really stole my entire treasure trove! That slow-moving turtle god of water sent a message and sent a bird, and it took a month to arrive! By the time he warned me that my house was going to be robbed of everything, not a single hair was left! That damn turtle!"
The great swordsman was spouting vulgarities, holding two earthenware pots in his arms, and constantly cursing.
Feng Xiaoyao paused for a moment, then covered her mouth with her sleeve, but a chuckle still escaped from under her sleeve: "Uncle Jian, your eldest disciple's physical body is not here."
Pu Shaotian leaned closer: "Eldest disciple?" Isn't it Wuxing?
Shanshan: "Physical body?" Isn't it Pang Zhiyuan?
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing deep confusion in each other's eyes, then turned away with disgust.
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