The appearance of Li Moying caused panic.
Many cultivators had reached the point of life-and-death struggle. Seeing him, they couldn't help but stop in the midst of battle and were on full alert.
Although they knew that it would be useless for them to be on guard against a peerless genius like Li Moying, this was their instinctive reaction.
Li Moying ignored these idlers at all, and kept holding his wife's little hand tightly, sending her outside the camp before stopping.
"Little Li'er, do you really not need me to accompany you?"
Huang Yueli had tried several times to pull her hand back, but she was unsuccessful.
After finally getting outside, Li Moying not only did not let go, but also said such things.
The corner of her mouth twitched, "Alright, Young Master Li, if you don't let me go, your clansmen will be lost. When I rush over, maybe even the day lily will be cold!!"
