"Ah, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Fellow Daoist Mo, please calm your anger!"
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, Mi Tong suddenly shouted as he flew over from the horizon.
Apparently, the nearby Pine Crane Tower disciples had reported what happened here, and he had rushed over to break up the fight.
"Sect Master Lin, this Fellow Daoist Mo is the one who killed Song Ming this time and resolved the Sharp Light Sect's crisis. He has rendered a great service to our Eastern Wasteland!
I know you are anxious to find Dao Master Zhu Hao, but you must not be discourteous!"
As soon as Mi Tong halted his escape light, he began observing both sides' expressions.
Fellow Daoist Mo's eyes were cold, but his expression remained calm. He probably had not truly become enraged yet.
Although Sect Master Lin Yao had witnessed Luo Hong's prowess, her eyes still held reluctance. Clearly, she had not truly accepted it.
To prevent her from attacking again, Mi Tong stepped in front of her and deliberately revealed Song Ming's death.
"What? This man can actually kill a Golden Immortal?!"
After learning the truth, Lin Yao could no longer summon even a shred of fighting spirit. Her gaze toward Luo Hong immediately became evasive, and she did not dare meet his eyes for even a moment.
As for Yin Yan, who had just risen from the deep crater he had smashed into, he simply lay back down again.
"Humph! Judging by your attitudes today, if I did not have some skill, you would probably have forcibly taken me back to the Flowing Fire Sect."
When Luo Hong had advised Mu Yan Hong not to return to the Huanglan Continent yet, he had feared precisely such a situation. Yet he