These people were Mu Tu, Li Chenyang, Su Yourong, and Zhao Huchen.
The four of them did not look as well as imagined. Their auras were in disarray and their clothes were tattered, clearly showing that they had endured quite an ordeal.
Of course, they were merely somewhat bedraggled; they had not suffered any serious injuries.
The instant they burst out of the white mist illusion realm, they spotted Chen Wen and Ning Qingxue.
When they saw the two standing there completely unscathed, their pupils contracted slightly.
The thought that this kid really did have the ability to evade the illusion realm's Killing Intent rose in their hearts.
Zhao Huchen in particular looked exceedingly grim at the sight before him.
In his eyes, the better Chen Wen was doing, the more wretched his earlier mockery appeared.
Yet he knew that what lay before him was an established fact.
The best way to handle it was to shut his mouth and never bring it up again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Very soon, Mu Tu led the three disciples down to the ground one after another.
"This humble one pays respects to Elder Mu."
Mu Tu was the first to bow his head before Mu Qinglong.
Li Chenyang and the others hurriedly cupped their hands as well. "This junior pays respects to Elder Mu."
"Mm." Mu Qinglong nodded.
Though he was somewhat surprised by Mu Tu and the others' condition, he was not overly surprised.
If they had forcibly broken through the illusion realm's Killing Intent, they would inevitably have suffered some injuries.
After some thought, he spoke again. "Recover yourselves first. We can discuss anything else later."
"Alright."
Mu Tu cupped his fists once more.
Li Chenyang and the others did not hesitate further, each finding a quiet place to recover.
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