everal months or even half a year to get started.It has only been half a month, but Jun Xiaoyao has already fully comprehended it.The Golden-winged Roc King was completely convinced."The Divine Child...All that was happening in the fairy realm, naturally, Jun Xiaoyao didn't know.

Even if you knew, it would just be a smile and pass.

Growing up in this family that protects its own, he believed the Fallen God's Palace wouldn't dare do anything to him.

At least on the surface, he wouldn't dare harm himself.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you have brought great disaster upon yourself. We have sent the message back. Even your Jun family cannot ignore the wrath of my Fallen God Palace." A black-robed sage said in a cold, raspy voice.

"If you dare speak to Young Master disrespectfully again!"

Dong Xuan's ancestor, in Gu Yuan's eyes, there was a coldness surging.

Especially Gu Yuan, Jun Xiaoyao fought the Demon Son for them, because of the War Devil Hall.

He didn't allow anyone to speak disrespectfully of Jun Xiaoyao.

Just as these two robed saints were about to speak again.

They also received the message again.

And upon hearing this news, the faces of the two robed saints instantly froze.

The message is only a short sentence.anling leaves to brew nine cups of tea.A veil of rosy mist, imbued with ethereal charm.That is no longer just tea.The tea within, seems to flow with the essence of Taoism, reflecting the myriad splend...