After a few faint sounds of explosions from the direction of Peng Yue Mountain, a streak of emerald green light flew over from the horizon.
Song Wujie landed in the camp, sitting in front of the bonfire with a strange look on his face.
He didn't pay any attention to the others and just frowned, muttering a series of "shouldn't be," "impossible," "this isn't the Qing Liu I know," and the like.
Chen Mu didn't dare to ask for details.
Seeing this behavior, it was clear that Director Song didn't win in the fight he picked.
Asking now would be rubbing salt in the wound, wouldn't it?
What if he decided not to repay the debt?
Resting for one day, Song Wujie flew back to Peng Yue Mountain for another fight.
After returning again, his face still bore that peculiar, disbelieving look.
Chen Mu, on the other hand, wasn't worried anymore.
Even though Director Song couldn't beat the snow demon Qing Liu, at least he could save his own life.
