Because Xue An's hand was gently resting on his shoulder, and a brilliant small sword was placed at his throat, the piercing Sword Intent even made the skin on his throat break out in goosebumps.
"Don't move, move again, and your head will soon say goodbye to you!" Xue An said casually.
Mu Hongxi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the look of fear in his eyes, and then slowly said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't move!"
"Very good! Then whatever I tell you to do next, you do it obediently. If there is the slightest defiance, you know the consequences!"
"Understood!" Mu Hongxi replied crisply and neatly.
"First, disperse this fog!"
In an instant, the fog that had originally shrouded most of The Sword Palace Sector dissipated.
Everything returned to normal.
Many Sword Cultivators slowly opened their eyes, looking up in astonishment.
Only to see Mu Hongxi standing still in the void, not daring to move.
