C1155 Bad Mood.

Although Ming Jiutian's words were a little rough, the meaning behind them was self-evident. Whether it was Keyu or Leng Yan, they naturally understood what he meant.

Wu... Wu... Wu...

At this moment, three consecutive horns sounded from the Imperial Pass Fortress, interrupting their conversation.

"The Tenth Realm people are really not idle at all. They came just as they said..