Moon-Gazing Valley was no longer quite the same as before.
The mist Formation surrounding the mountains had fully activated. Dense fog rose high into the air, converging inward and enveloping the entire Moon-Gazing Valley like an enormous pot lid clamped down. Su Hao and the other disciples were the fresh shrimp waiting to be cooked inside the pot.
At noon, sunlight had always shone upon the grasslands of Moon-Gazing Valley. Now, the entire valley lay under a dark pall. While the fog overhead kept invading enemies out, it also weighed heavily upon the hearts of the valley's disciples.
Only now did everyone understand that this was for real.
One careless step, and they would die, their Dao dissipating.
Not only that, the gorge they usually used to enter and leave had been sealed. While this ensured safety, it also meant the sect's disciples could no longer freely come and go from the Immortal Sect.
In other words, they could not run even if they wanted to. Their only way out was to find a way to eliminate the invading enemy.
The four members of Su Hao's team remained at their assigned post, and the atmosphere was strangely awkward.
Fairy Feng Ling said with a grin, "Captain Feng Wei, during this team operation, we'll listen to you!"
Then she turned to the blue-robed man, Feng Hua. "Right, Master?"
She was actually worried that her Master would not be able to bear such a blow. While feeling depressed on his behalf, she also grew dissatisfied with Feng Wei.
As the grandmaster, why should he have to listen to some tiny granddisciple?
Fairy Feng Ling felt she understood that feeling very well, because she had pondered the same question countless times before gradually growing used to it. Another voice arose in her heart: