This tone was clearly reprimanding Wu Xi.

But it was also like a master scolding a servant.

Wu Xi’s face instantly cooled down.

He was about to clench his teeth and say a few fierce words when, in the distance, there was a few streaks of light flashing, arriving above the thatched house. The light landed, turning into a few figures, strong yuan qi emitting from their bodies. The leader of these people was wearing a silver armour, like dragon scales, imposing and ...