Wan Ling was dragging a man along—because the matter of the Divine Ruins Realm had caused them to forget about it, the survivors left behind by the various factions who had witnessed this shocking scene once more were all left tongue-tied. It seemed these two really did have something going on...
Mu Tianjiao had kept biting her lip as she watched the two figures disappear in the direction of Wàngǔtōng's shop. She could not help asking herself silently, If I had a background like Wàngǔtōng's, could I fight for him too? The despondent look in her eyes gradually hardened with resolve, as though she had made some decision.
"What is that old ghost Wan Bosheng's granddaughter up to?" Wu Xiong murmured atop the mountain peak, equally lost in a fog. Unable to puzzle it out after much thought, he waved at the people behind him. The Immortal Palace members immediately busied themselves, beginning to set up an array to seal off the mountain. Before long, vast white mist surged up from the ground and swallowed the entire rocky mountain, leaving no trace of it behind.
After the various factions returned to their respective shops, those sects whose disciples had luckily returned found that, although their casualties were severe, the items brought back were indeed plentiful. The dazzling array of rare treasures and immortal herbs alone was enough to lift one's spirits. For instance, inside Wàngǔtōng's shop, when that disciple casually took out a few things from his storage bracelet, exotic fragrance immediately filled the room and auspicious light flickered faintly. Yue Qianchou's eyes lit up, and he could not help taking a few extra looks.
Standing opposite him was precisely the Wàngǔtōng disciple who had narrowly survived in the Divine Ruins Realm. Even after washing up, his face was still