Jiuyue? What on earth?
Hearing this name, Xia Feng felt inexplicably uneasy, a sense of dread lingered in his heart.
Snap~ The woman in the black dress snapped her fingers.
The surrounding space suddenly twisted, and eight purple cracks appeared.
From the cracks, eight elegant figures stepped out.
Xia Feng stiffly turned his head, looking around, the eight wore black long dresses, their silver-white long hair cascading down their slender waists, with the ends tinted a gradient of mauve violet. Their aura was elegant and intellectual.
They were astonishingly the same Mu Qingtongs.
"....."
Eight pairs of cold golden eyes simultaneously gazed at him, causing Xia Feng's heart to leap, his throat dry, and his sense of dread intensified.
Could it be....
"Or more accurately, this cultivation method should be called...."
"『Mu Jiuyue』"
"Miss Mu, this joke is really not funny....."
"Mr. Xia, I'm not joking with you."
