"Such matters have to be reported to the college immediately. We're not allowed to take action unilaterally. We have to do whatever the college commands!" Zhuo Yifan sucked in a deep breath. As a disciple of the Combat Pavilion who had carried out dozens of missions, he was more experienced in handling such unexpected happenings. As he spoke, he was already turning on his voice transmission ring and sending a message to the college.
Wang Baole's expression was grave, and Zhao Yameng looked equally serious. However, the instant Zhuo Yifan started his transmission, a thunderous sound rang out suddenly from the distant sky.