When the Nightingale heard the command of the cold smoke, she was shocked all over. "Master, are you sure you want to stir up the soul-stirring array?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!" Ching Yanjiao drank.

The nightingale's face changed dramatically, and she knew what risks it would take to trigger a soul-stirring battle.

But now that the cold smoke has given the order, she has to execute it.

The nightingale, facing the soul-stirring disciples around her, said in a cold voice, "You all listen to my orders, and as soon as the soul-stirring beads come out, they start to stir up the soul-stirring array!"

"Yes!"

"Master, let's get started!" The...