"Take me with you, quickly!"
"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? Don't you know how twisted he is?"
Yue Zhuo and the others: "..."
Do you think we don't want to take you with us?
When Yue Zhuo felt numerous dormant birds being startled from the foot of the mountain up to the waist, she was certain he had arrived. He had not made a move yet but had already frightened the birds.
Like a devil himself.
"I can cripple a grandmaster's internal martial strength, and so can he! If we stay here, we're all going to die. He's not in his normal state right now; I suspect his chronic illness is acting up! Go, go, go!"
Qin Yu reached out to grab Yue Zhuo, this old witch's hand, but was resolutely shaken off by her.
Um, awkward, huh?
"Cang, let's go!"
The siblings moved faster than ghosts, not to mention Qin Yu; they didn't even take Yue Taichu with them.
The shunned Qin Yu: "..."
This is the Celestial Sect, huh?
