Baili Fuhu and Yan Qingfeng let out a long sigh, feeling too ashamed to follow inside, so they turned around and flew away from this place.
They had also given up on the idea of seeking revenge.
For one, with their current strength, they simply were not capable of taking revenge.
Secondly, Baili Zhaixing had spoken, and they dared not go against his wishes.
Baili Shaofeng, on the other hand, cast a resentful glance at Yang Luo's retreating figure, and then rode on the back of the Winged Tiger to fly away from this location.
Yang Luo naturally felt Baili Shaofeng's malicious gaze, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.
If it weren't for the face of the White Tiger family, such trash would've died countless times over.
Before long, Yang Luo and his companions entered the grand hall.
After Yang Luo and Flame Emperor and the others had taken their seats,
Baili Shengxuan instructed some clansmen, "Serve the tea!"
"Yes!"
