C1100 Murong Yue's Strength

In the capital, Murong Yue, who had sensed the turmoil, looked in that direction.

"Buddhist Dharma? Is it the Jueming Heavenly Master?" Murong Yue took a light step forward, and her entire body was like a blossoming flower. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and she instantly soared into the sky.

"Help! Help!"

Elder Hu was panting heavily as he ran towards the direction of the Imperial Palace