Facing those puzzled looks, Lan Feilin had yet to speak when Lan Xingyao gritted his teeth and roared:
"Sis, it was Yu Ziqian again, wasn't it? A disciple from a second-rate faction daring to target us specifically—Qinghun Hall is finished, and Yu Ziqian is dead for sure!"
"He must have relied on his decent strength and joined forces with Li Tianming and the others to gang up on you. What nerve!"
Facing Lan Sha and the others' blazing stares, Lan Feilin did not want to lose face. She nodded instinctively. "That's right. They launched a surprise attack and ganged up on me. It was Yu Ziqian..."
Only then did the many onlookers understand.
"So Yu Ziqian led the siege."
"I was wondering. Lan Feilin isn't weak—she lost the White Dragon Palace treasure, sure, but how could she have been eliminated?"
"Lan Sha, hurry and ask her: aside from Yu Ziqian, what was so special about the other three disciples? How capable were they in battle?"
Too many people were curious about that.
Seven hundred and fifty thousand points!
Lan Sha ignored them, merely letting out a cold snort.
With a wave of his hand, everyone from the Blueblood Starsea, Lan Feilin included, followed in his footsteps and left at once.
Their greatest bargaining chip had already been eliminated. There was no point in staying here any longer.
They might as well make arrangements for the next step as soon as possible.
"Second Uncle, we were humiliated like this by a trash sect, and we're just letting it go?"
Lan Xingyao could hardly believe it.
"Do you think that's possible?"
Lan Sha shot him a disdainful look.
Only then did Lan Xingyao reveal a vicious smile. "That's what I thought. Those fleas who don't know whether they're alive or dead really