Everyone present had passed out, and Deng Rulan surveyed the scene, nodding approvingly at the sight of them all on the ground, unconscious.
The mist was still too dense to see through, so only people in 9th level of Spirit Gathering or higher could easily navigate through it.
"Well, looks like they're enjoying their slumber," she said in a casual tone. Turning to Hu Meizhen, Deng Rulan instructed, "Go find Yang Wei. He should be around here somewhere."
Before Hu Meizhen could respond, Liu Yan stepped forward, asserting, "Don't worry, sisters, I'll go get Yang Wei myself—you needn't stress yourselves."
I can't let them lay a finger on him...!
She began to move, but Hu Meizhen grabbed her shoulder, snapping like her usual violent self, "How dare you, bitch?!"
Liu Yan shot her a bewildered look. "Excuse me?"
Deng Rulan sighed, arms folded, and said to Hu Meizhen, "Mind your language, Mei."
