「Dong Cang's Capital, Bi Luo Palace.」
Mo Ji called Wu Pianpian out and whispered, "Martial Aunt, something terrible has happened!"
"Speak!"
"Following your instructions, I sent messages to the Martial God Temple's Sub-Hall and the Star Moon Pavilion. As a result, the Sub-Hall Master and the Pavilion Master personally led their teams out of the city!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ji went numb. He knew his Martial Aunt wanted to train his new Senior Martial Uncle… No, wait, 'Junior Martial Uncle' is easier to say! But both of those leaders are masters who have been in the King Realm for a long time! Moreover, every single person they brought with them is a top-notch expert! Even if my Junior Martial Uncle is a heaven-defying talent, he couldn't possibly be a match for them!
"Isn't this a good thing?" Wu Pianpian rolled her eyes at Mo Ji. "Little Ji Ji, from now on, unless my Junior Martial Brother is dead, don't bother reporting to me."
