A ripple-like spiritual light flew out along with the tune and entered everyone's ears. Some people's eyelids began to droop, and their minds were wandering away…
At this moment, Wan Zhilin suddenly made a gesture.
Then, a row of soldiers took out the gong on their backs and hit it hard.
Clang!
With just one clang, everyone regained their senses. After two more clangs, they were no longer affected.
Seeing this, Chu Qingzhi stopped playing the flute and smiled faintly. "Not bad. You thought of a countermeasure so quickly!"
Tang Jinghong stared at the people at the foot of the mountain. "In that case, we can only capture the leader first."
Gong Wentang called out to the two of them, "Wait, what do you want me to do?"
Tang Jinghong glanced at Gong Wentang. "You were implicated. When things get chaotic later, run for your life."
