A few minutes later.
Tian Yunfeng and Yuan Guinong left the palace together. The two rose into the air at the same time and rushed out through Wind Cloud City's Guardian Great Array.
They stopped in midair. That rainbow was ten thousand meters away.
"Greetings, Elder Liu. May I ask what brings you to my Wind Cloud City?"
Tian Yunfeng cupped his hands toward the middle-aged man standing within that rainbow and asked casually.
Yet between his words, there was an added trace of coldness.
Wind Cloud City was the faction with the longest-standing inheritance among all the first-rate factions of Kunlun, and its relationship with Kunlun was not as amiable as it appeared on the surface.
Naturally, Tian Yunfeng did not have much of a pleasant expression for Liu Changfeng, this Elder who had come from Kunlun.
"Tian Yunfeng, I have come by the Holy Master's command."
Liu Changfeng, however, seemed not to see the coldness on Tian Yunfeng's face at all. Instead, he swept a wildly arrogant glance over the two of them.
He said coldly, "Misty Palace does not respect the Holy Land. Today, the Holy Master has issued an order to campaign against Misty Palace.
He has ordered Wind Cloud City to assist This Elder.
Tian Yunfeng, go make preparations at once. Personally lead a team and follow me on the expedition to Misty Palace!"
The instant these words were spoken.
At once.
The atmosphere became even more subtle.
Tian Yunfeng and Yuan Guinong were both taken aback, and they could not help thinking of what the Misty Palace Master had said earlier.
They had thought it was merely a joking remark.
Unexpectedly.
One word had hit the mark.
Was this a coincidence, or had the Misty Palace Master long since made this conjecture?
Almost subconsciously,