"How can you..." Wang Mang stared in astonishment at the scene before him, "How can you be fearless!"
Examining Wang Mang, who was engulfed in flames, Bi Xia's starry eyes narrowed slightly beneath the golden mask, his eyebrows drooped, and a cold smirk flickered in his eyes. The youth slightly turned his gaze towards Ye Xiao and the others, snapped his fingers, and a deep blue spiritual power, tinged with chaos, appeared before them, gradually forming an impenetrable protective layer.
"No matter what happens, stay here."
The frosty words carried no emotion, yet Ye Xiao and the others found themselves trusting the person before them without resistance. At this moment, the youth slowly continued, "Protect them."
