The crowd around them dispersed, and the atmosphere instantly became incredibly delicate.
Du Bingxin seemed to be at odds with Yu Xianlan.
"I'm glad you're okay, then I'll take my leave," said Du Bingxin.
The next moment, she was about to leave.
"Wait," called Yu Xianlan, stopping Du Bingxin.
Du Bingxin paused, but she didn't speak.
"Du Bingxin, I hope the Moon Pavilion will side with us, so the Immortal Hall can return to its former state," said Yu Xianlan.
"Side with you? How much chance of victory do you think you have left? Our father once stood by your side, but what did you do?" Du Bingxin retorted with a sneer.
Yu Xianlan's expression turned solemn.
"I know, our Immortal Hall owes your father, which is why I hope you can trust us once more," Yu Xianlan said.
"Hmm, if there's nothing else, then let's part ways here," Du Bingxin said bluntly, then she stepped into the air and left.
Clearly, the prohibition against flying was useless against her.
