Several Rejoice, Several Sorrow

What happened on Mingling Mountain had been explosive, but it had not spread.

Everyone who could be silenced had been silenced. Those who could not, for various reasons, had kept their mouths shut.

Marquis of Purple Robes could not possibly go around publicizing the scenes recorded in the crystal ball, and Qin He was even less of a gossip.

And so, the matter quietly subsided.

Not even rumors had spread through the Capital City.

People only knew that those damned Demon Flood Dragon Envoys had finally slunk out of the Capital City in disgrace. Only the destruction of the Tiger Demon and Leopard Demon from the Demon Flood Dragon Envoy Group remained a topic people avidly discussed.

After it spread far and wide, even people in the remotest corners gradually heard about it.

At Cuiqing Brothel, Huan Qingwu felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

By the time the news reached her ears, the Demon Flood Dragon Envoy Group was already dead or scattered.

She had expected the Bloodwing Bat King to send subordinates to find her. That was why she had gritted her teeth and held on at Cuiqing Brothel.

But she had never imagined that the Bloodwing Bat King would send that useless fool Xi Tianlong.

The outcome had been exactly as expected. The envoy group suffered heavy losses, Xi Tianlong fled in wretched defeat, and it might have all ended without him even sending anyone to look for her.

Without the envoy group to receive her, escaping Cuiqing Brothel had undoubtedly become several times more difficult.

Some rejoiced while others sorrowed.

Compared to Huan Qingwu's misery, Wei Wu was overjoyed.

The Abyss World was vast beyond measure, its skies round and earth square, its extent unknown. The odds of two people meeting were so tiny