In Meng City, Yue Luo hovered in mid-air, watching Wu Shihui's retreating figure before turning around and flying towards the central martial arena of Meng City.
"Elder Yue, with the patriarch going alone, is there going to be any danger? Shouldn't we provide some support?" Guan Yicheng flew forward, cupping his fists in respect.
"The concerns that you can think of, do you think your patriarch hasn't considered them?" Yue Luo looked at Guan Yicheng, then glanced at the few other members of the Wu Meng Clan at the Open Heaven Realm, and began to laugh softly.
"Elder Yue, what do you mean?"
Guan Yicheng and a few others were slightly stunned. Had their patriarch already arranged something?
"Follow me."
As Yue Luo spoke, his figure had already flown to the central martial arena in Meng City; a ray of light flew from his sleeve, entering the arena.