The door was pushed open, and Evil Song, You Yue, and Shui Buyu walked in.
Beads of sweat dripped down Evil Song's face. She leaned forward, cupped her hands, and said urgently, "My lord, powerhouses from a Mithril-level faction are besieging the Shui Family! They want to capture the Prophet of the Feather Wood Race, Yu Lingfeng!"
"Xiaolang, hurry and help! The Shui Family is on the brink of destruction!" Shui Buyu roared, his eyes bloodshot.
CRACK!
The table under Shen Lang's right hand let out a soft crack, instantly turning to dust and scattering into the air.
"Who dares!"
A dangerous glint flashed in Shen Lang's eyes as he shot to his feet.
"Get Elder Ape and the other two. We're going to the Shui Family!"
Without asking any more questions, Shen Lang stalked out of the room, his face grim.
The moment he was outside, a pair of black wings unfurled, and Shen Lang shot into the sky.
