"We foreign cultivators, facing various dangers within this secret realm, should naturally join hands and help each other. Only those with narrow minds like Huan Ling Zi, who lack the ability to discern right from wrong, would create internal strife," Long Chong said with a laugh.
Wulu beamed a smile, about to say something, when he suddenly looked up into the sky.
The rest of the group also looked up in unison to see a solitary bright star in the sky, wobbling as if it was about to fall.
"Eh, the star rain just stopped not long ago, how can it start again? It's really troublesome! Brother Hong, we should use our magic treasures in turn to resist it, to minimize the losses. This way, although it will damage the treasures, at least it will save a talisman for emergency use," Long Chong clicked his tongue and then reminded Wulu.
Upon hearing this, a trace of hesitation flickered imperceptibly across Wulu's face.
Qiong Yun's brows furrowed slightly without a word.