"Hahaha." A hair-raising string of laughter echoed in the valley.
A woman in brilliant pink clothes slowly appeared in front of them with a pleasant smile while waving the sandalwood fan in her hand.
Behind them, there were also about 20-30 people, including men and women, both old and young.
"Mister Duan, thank goodness we had you to lead the way for us. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to find this mystic realm so effortlessly. The Duan Clan truly deserves to be called a generational concealed weapon and reconnaissance patrician family! Your grasp of information is accurate indeed, hahaha!" The woman blew a kiss toward Duan Yue and winked, daintily smiling.
Qiao Mu's face froze. She resisted the impulse to throw up and turned around to look at the displeased Duan Yue.
