Black Mist Army!

Ning Luo and the others followed the procession forward at an unhurried pace. After a while, they finally arrived at the city gates.

Sweeping his gaze around, he saw nearly a hundred figures in black armor standing ramrod-straight on either side of the gates, long spears in hand.

As his gaze moved away from those black-armored figures, Ning Luo's eyes suddenly fixed on a familiar figure at the city gate, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ling Quan."

At the city gate stood a figure upright in armor that glimmered with a faint azure light.

When Ning Luo spotted Ling Quan, the latter's cold gaze shifted over as well. He froze for a moment, then his expression rapidly darkened.

"Ning Luo, who allowed you to come here?!"

In the face of Ling Quan's frosty shout, Ning Luo remained calm. With a flick of his finger, a jade invitation shot out from his Ring of Holding, carrying a sharp gust of wind as it flew like lightning toward Ling Quan.

"Hmph!"

Ling Quan's expression darkened. With a cold snort, Dou Qi swirled around his palm as he abruptly reached out and accurately caught the jade invitation.

Sizzle!

However, the instant Ling Quan caught the jade invitation, an extremely terrifying heat suddenly spread from within it, scorching his palm until thick white vapor rose from it.

"So it's Starfall Pavilion. How could a faction of such strength receive an invitation from our Gu Clan?" Ling Quan said.

The moment Ling Quan finished speaking, his vision suddenly blurred. The jade invitation clenched in his hand instantly flew free. When he steadied himself, he discovered that the invitation had already fallen into Ning Luo's hand, though he had no idea when Ning Luo had appeared before him.

This scene instantly made Ling Quan's face flush