Cheng Huan heaved a sigh of relief to ease the pressure.
He was a newcomer to the white-clothed people, and at that moment, he couldn't help but think if this was the newly appointed second-in-command Saint Servant, what kind of being must his Master, Sleeveless, be?
On He Ting Mountain, how terrifying was Fen Qin, the adversary that Elder Wuyue led the charge to annihilate?
As fellow higher void cultivators, was there really such a vast difference between himself and the retired Elder Wuyue?
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
More figures in red and white descended on the cliff.
The newcomers, uncertain of the situation, retreated several hundred yards under the reprimands of their predecessors.
The formation stretched into a long chain, as if waiting in line to buy tea at the edge of the cliff.
Someone raised doubts:
"That Xu Xiaoshou, why does he seem a bit fake?"
