C42 Danger
Wuyue took a deep look at Yan Yue, then he turned around and left.
Yan Yue shook the seven-colored conch in his hand, pursed his lips and walked towards the Red Flame Imperial Palace.
He wasn't a fool. It was just that he wasn't good at talking. How could he not know what Jiaoyue and Wuyue were thinking? The seven-colored conch absolutely couldn't fall into the hands of the supreme elder