"Husband, should we... run?"
Zhao Qi asked cautiously.
Li Yunjing shook his head. "Leaving now would be the same as seeking our own deaths."
His divine sense extended outward, probing beyond the manor toward the peddlers and passersby who looked as though they were merely strolling around. "Ever since we left the City Lord Mansion, these people have been following us. Not to mention..."
"How could the methods of a Nascent Soul Cultivator be so easy to shake off?"
He raised his hand and drew a line through the void. A water mirror appeared, and within it was the space above the roof, where an inconspicuous purple butterfly hovered.
The patterns on that butterfly's wings were actually seventy percent similar to the purple markings between Xiao Yuntian's brows.
"Right now, we can only obediently work for Xiao Yuntian and hope that after he is done using me, he will let us leave!"
Li Yunjing sighed.
This time, he had truly run into trouble.
He had not expected that the title of a Formation Dao grandmaster would actually catch the eye of a cultivator at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. This was not normal!
From Xiao Yuntian's words, Li Yunjing had heard that he had more than a dozen experts of the Formation Dao grandmaster level under his command!
He already had that many Formation Dao grandmasters, yet it still was not enough. Just what was Xiao Yuntian plotting?
As a city lord on the frontier, did he really need to possess such a powerful force?
Was that normal?
One had to know that Mystic Ice Hall and this side were at peace. The two sides were not at war, so why was a border city lord racking his brains to increase his strength? Could he be planning