"This... this...!?" Nan Shunqing was completely stunned.
He glanced at the powerful Lie Yang cultivators still furiously attacking behind the Taoist, who seemed to be blocked by a red-black light barrier, unable to move further.
A series of golden spheres continuously fell, like chains linked together, rapidly smashing against the light screen, but still ineffective.
"May I ask... may I ask who the Taoist priest's honored master is...?" Though she had a vague guess, Nan Zhaorong asked in a trembling voice, full of urgency.
The Taoist gave her a peculiar glance.
"My honored master's name is naturally Supreme Divine Wind, September Sherie the Divine Monarch." He said, bowing respectfully in a certain direction, showing a look of reverence.
Never heard of that name...
Nan Zhaorong looked at Nan Shunqing, who was equally clueless, pondering which great figure had come to the rescue, feeling she must express deep gratitude later.
