"I have a bad feeling about this." Jiang Yue said as he looked at the pink cloud.
Unbidden, an image of old man Cang appeared in his mind.
He remembered the old man was poisoned and was constantly coughing up black blood before his death.
Since old man Cang's enemy was a member of the Death Flower Ascension Front, Jiang Yue felt that poison was a common attack method among them.
Although he didn't have any concrete basis, he felt it was a bad idea to stand under the pink cloud.
"Let's go."
Yu Nianzhen also had the same feeling.
His face was solemn, and he didn't wait for the others before he grabbed Jiang Yue's arm.
Fortunately, the valley was in chaos, and no one was paying particular attention.
Otherwise, someone would have noticed a group of four running toward the valley's exit.
However, they didn't run far before they saw another group of hooded cultivators.
