Luo Ming had run away in such a sorry state, but the people of Sky Mountain Jie at the scene did not cheer, nor did they celebrate after the disaster. The scene was eerily silent.
As for the other core disciples, they instinctively did not dare to make a sound. Instead, they looked at White Night silently, as if waiting for her to pardon them. The three who came with Luo Ming were so scared that their legs were shaking as they played the lute.
They were all too clear on Luo Ming's strength. None of them were stronger than Luo Ming, but Luo Ming was already like that. Do you think they would still dare to be rash? Of course not, unless he wanted to die.
"You've seen the fun, why haven't you dispersed yet?" Bai Ye glanced at the dozen people who had arrived and questioned them in an indifferent voice.
