Wang Jixuan glanced at the robe he was wearing and calmly rode the clouds forward.
Having weathered great storms and tempestuous waves, he wouldn't lose his composure in the current scenario.
Arriving behind Master Sword Dance, Wang Jixuan revealed his presence.
In an instant, all eyes between heaven and earth converged, accompanied by a pressure akin to the collapse of heavens and sea waves.
The experts of the Feather Race were inflamed with rage.
Wang Jixuan, however, wore a smile, and made a bow ahead toward Master Sword Dance, addressing, "Master, let me explain to them, one by one."
Master Sword Dance nodded slightly, her dignified and beautiful face broke into a smile, and she warm-heartedly replied, "Jixuan, just tell them everything accurately, whose fault is today's event."
"As you command."
Wang Jixuan bowed, accepted the command, bypassed Master Sword Dance, and stood before the formation.
