The twins sitting in the back hadn't sensed the change in the expressions of Yan Wanqiu and Jue Qingzi. They were tightly holding onto the pure-white hairs of the red-crowned cranes and looking at the two yin phoenixes pulling a chariot with curiosity in their gazes.
"Which power do you belong to?"
Yin Qi's languid voice came from the chariot. When Jue Qingzi and Yan Wanqiu heard him, they feigned calmness and said, "We belong to a small faction, Lord will probably not know it. May I ask why is lord stopping us?"
"How brazen! Do you know who is inside the chariot? How dare you ask so many questions!" the disciples of Yin Manor flying on the two sides of the chariot shouted in an icy voice, and the black fog surrounding their bodies changed into countless malicious ghosts. They created a miniature underworld out of nowhere.
The twins shrank back, seemingly intimidated by it. Jue Qingzi frowned slightly while attentively watching the chariot.
