"Director Qin, what do we do now? Do we actually forcefully suppress them?"
A beautiful lady cultivator with a serious look asked Qin Jingtao, whose face was dark. Her figure had become fuller than several years ago with a charm of a young wife. It was, in fact, Yang Lan.
Just as Qin Jingtao was about to speak, he suddenly felt a weight on his body as a domineering spiritual might descended. He instantly felt a chill in his heart, silently cursing at the dire situation.
Turning around, he saw a blurred figure, emitting a subtle golden glow, quietly floating in the night sky. The intense spiritual might he radiated caused the spiritual energy around him to ripple and create a suction effect. It was centered around Chen Dengming, dancing enchantingly.
