"Aika, let's go."
Fang Zheng returned to the inn and beckoned to Aika. Hearing him, she hurriedly saved her progress. Only after saving did she put away her computer and look at him curiously.
"Where are we going, Father?"
"Immortal Spirit Island. Those damn people aren't following the rules. I'm worried something will happen... Get ready for battle."
Fang Zheng was no fool. After thinking it over, he more or less understood. In the game, the Black Miao Tribe probably had not gone themselves because the formation on Immortal Spirit Island specifically countered or suppressed them, so they had used Li Xiaoyao as a sacrificial pawn. Otherwise, with Li Xiaoyao's half-baked skills in the game, he would have died the moment he encountered any major formation. Now they had found a way to send Little Tiger instead. It was probably the same routine as with Li Xiaoyao.
But no matter what, if the Black Miao Tribe breached Water Moon Palace, it would all be over!
"Let's go!"
After confirming Water Moon Palace's coordinates, Fang Zheng nodded to Aika. Then he stretched out his hand. In the next instant, magic flashed, and the two vanished into thin air.
Seeing this, Li Xiaoyao, who had been following behind Fang Zheng, widened his eyes in shock.
"He really is an immortal!!!"
The scene before them changed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Fang Zheng and Aika went from the quiet, peaceful inn to a fierce battlefield.
Outside Water Moon Palace in the distance, its disciples were fighting a group of Black Miao People. Unlike the mere two or three stragglers in the game, this time there was a large crowd of them—twenty or thirty at least. Thinking about it carefully, that was only normal. How could just a few people