Take A Disciple For His Shifu

Outside the headquarters, Ji Tian, Ji Di, Ji Xuan, Ji Huang and a group of disciples from Ji Hao’s Palace of Dao had long streamers holding in their hands. The streamers glowed with starlight, which had been transforming into sharp sword light beams, dazzling across the sky, covering the entire headquarters.

Yi Di’s warriors nervously stood outside the headquarters, with their eyes fixed on the extra large tent of the headquarters. If Yi Di didn’t bring twelve trusted Divine Magi warrior commanders into the tent with him, these warriors of Yi Di might have already risen up and marched into the tent.

Ji Hao ordered his guards to seal the headquarters with a magic formation. Inside the tent, were Ji Hao, Yi Di and a few others. From any angle, this looked like a trap, and Yi Di’s warriors were surely nervous about it.