The man in the lead was annoyed by his argument, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked around and slowly approached the training room.
Song qingxiao stood up and looked coldly at the man who was slowly approaching her. His eyes did not fall on her, as if he did not notice the wolf and the man standing only a few meters away from him.
Although the practice room was big, it was not big enough to hide people. There was only a row of weapon racks in the empty space. Other than the people who had just stepped in, there was no trace of song qingxiao.
"How is that possible?" The leader of the men muttered to himself in disbelief.
He turned his head instinctively, not knowing that someone was watching his every move from a distance.
However, the instinctive sense of danger that cultivators had still made him feel that something was not right. He immediately circulated his Ling power to cover his entire body.
