"Oh right. Since the duel is over, should we get going?" Wen Zhaolun looked around. "There's really no reason to stay here any longer!"
Wen Zhaolun's voice immediately pulled Yan Liqiang's thoughts back to the frosty Heavenly Lake. Yan Liqiang looked at the blood traces in the distance and the Soaring Heaven Sect beyond it. A smile appeared on his face. "I do want to leave, but I think the Soaring Heaven's Sect Lord, Guo Yifei, is reluctant to let me leave just like this. We were actually about to fight right before you arrived."
"What does the Soaring Heaven Sect still want with you?" Wen Zhaolun frowned as anger flashed across his face. "The duel is over already. Are they sore losers?!"
"Guo Yifei still wants to avenge his disciples from the sect though!"
"Well, where are those damned wretches?"
"Just over there…?" Yan Liqiang pointed toward the group of disciples from the Soaring Heaven Sect.
