A group of people from Qingyun Holy Land came up to Bai Yang. The man at their head looked at Bai Yang expressionlessly and asked, "Are you Bai Yang?"
Bai Yang glanced at Song Changge in the crowd and said nothing. What a stupid question. He already knew who Bai Yang was, so why ask? It was about as pointless as taking off your pants to fart.
"Senior Brother Zhao, he's Bai Yang. He imprisoned several of our senior brothers and made them mine for him. We still don't know where they are. You have to get justice for us!" Song Changge came to the man's side and glared at Bai Yang as he spoke.
In Bai Yang's eyes, everyone from Qingyun Holy Land was so cursed that smoke practically rose from their bodies. They were no better off than Long Hao and the others back then. It was all because of Song Changge.
Bai Yang remembered that back on Tai Cang Star, a vicious hound of misfortune had been squatting on their heads. The fact that they'd survived this long without the curse striking was a genuine miracle.
Seeing Bai Yang say nothing, the leader of Qingyun Holy Land furrowed his brow slightly and said coldly, "I am Zhao Danyang, ranked ninth among Qingyun Holy Land's true disciples. You dared to harm my fellow disciples, even imprison them. I'll give you one chance: release them at once, then kill yourself. Don't make me do it."
Bai Yang thought that was the right way to start trouble. If you had something to say, just say it. All that blathering wasted everyone's time.
But before Bai Yang could speak, Dan Qiulin appeared silently in front of him. With a black cloth blindfold over his eyes, he faced the people from Qingyun