Humm!
The void trembled slightly. Taishu Jing opened and closed his eyes, a wisp of divine light flashing through them before vanishing.
"The Small World has appeared."
After murmuring this, Taishu Jing closed his eyes again. Murong An had said before that once the Small World appeared, they would still need to wait several days before it opened.
When it was time to set out, Murong An would naturally send someone to notify them.
Two days later.
"Young masters, it is time to depart. The City Lord is already waiting."
An Imperial Guard arrived outside the small courtyard and called inside.
Creak!
The courtyard gate opened, and three figures emerged. An invisible pressure descended upon the Imperial Guard, making the three before him feel like ancient beasts from the wilderness, terrifying beyond measure.
"Let's go."
His tone casual and slightly languid, Taishu Jing stretched, dispelling the invisible pressure and allowing the Imperial Guard to feel somewhat better.
"This way, Young Masters." The Imperial Guard bowed slightly before leading the way.
At the City Lord's Mansion training ground.
The neatly arranged Imperial Guards stood tall with their heads raised, clad in battle armor and holding weapons.
Without exception, every one of these Imperial Guards was in the Spirit Vein Realm. The three men standing at their forefront were commanders, all in the Soul Palace Realm.
"The Small World is fraught with peril. While carrying out your mission, do not throw away your lives."
Murong An addressed the Imperial Guards, his voice like the morning bell and evening drum, clear for all to hear.
"Yes, City Lord!" all the Imperial Guards answered loudly.
Tap, tap!
Footsteps sounded as an Imperial Guard led Taishu Jing and the others over.
"Yun'er, Jing'er, you're here." Murong An turned back with a smile.
"Little Grandfather," Taishu