The jade talisman flew down.
Yun Luo rose in surprise. "This is my Moon Concealment Sect's Sound Transmission Talisman!"
"Yun Luo, then hurry and see what happened," Shuiyue said.
Yun Luo took the Sound Transmission Talisman, and an anxious voice immediately came from within. It was not Yun Meng's voice. It sounded like the voice of a Moon Concealment Sect disciple.
"Vice Sect Master Yun Luo, the sect is in crisis! A demonic cultivator named Li Xiaoyao is slaughtering his way through the West Continent. His strength is terrifying. He has already wiped out more than a dozen sects, large and small, and has now attacked our Moon Concealment Sect. Our Sect Master is seriously injured, and countless sect disciples have been killed or wounded. We have activated the mountain-protecting formation, but the situation is critical. We beg the Vice Sect Master to come to our aid immediately!"
"Li Xiaoyao? Why does that name sound so familiar?" Zhao Ling'er muttered. She felt as if she had heard that name somewhere before.
Suddenly, Zhao Ling'er remembered something.
"Oh, it's him—the little punk. How did he become so capable? Even Yun Meng isn't his match?"
"This..." Yun Luo's face went deathly pale, and she immediately stood up.
"My sister is in trouble. I have to go save her!"
You Qingguan hurriedly said, "Yun Luo, have you forgotten? Your husband is right here. Just ask him for help."
Yun Luo came to her senses. Her concern had made her lose her head, and she had almost forgotten that her husband was a Tribulation Crossing stage powerhouse at the peak.
"Husband, please save my sister. Although my sister has never gotten along with you, please, for my sake as her elder sister, help the Moon Concealment Sect survive this disaster."
Yun Luo's eyes reddened