Wentian stood in the void, his robes surging like clouds, overlooking the faintly visible crimson mist light curtain in the mortal world below.
After a moment, his brows lifted slightly, and he said calmly, "Second-rank high-grade formation."
"With Lord Black Leopard and your Jianyi family's Lord Flood Dragon present, it can be broken easily. Daoist Jianyi need not worry."
Wentian looked at him and said, "There is no need for the Zhao family to act in this matter. After all, this is a grudge between my Jianyi family and the Xue family."
"That is fine." The Zhao family ancestor responded.
Wentian brushed his hand over his storage ring. Seven formation flags flew out, and he formed hand seals to arrange the Seven Stars Demon-Sealing Formation.
After successfully laying down the formation, he said to Moyue, "You ate their ancestor's Golden Core, so send their entire clan down to join him."
"And you?"
