At that moment—
The Yan Yun Clan, camped not far away, immediately panicked when they saw the lightning tribulation.
Memories of Qin Feng's last visit to the Yan Yun Clan began flooding back.
It had started as a wonderful matchmaking dance. Once the young men and women had finished confessing their feelings, they had each returned to their tents to help the Yan Yun Clan flourish.
But who could've guessed that the damned Qin Feng would get up in the middle of the night to refine a Divine Artifact, summoning a terrifying lightning tribulation that struck them for an entire night before finally ending.
Afterward, he'd said he would give them the Divine Artifact, but then turned around and had his men snatch it away.
It was like vice's own mother opening the door to vice—vice had truly come home!
"Everyone, don't panic!"
Mo Dao hurried out to calm the clansmen. Looking toward the Esoteric Sect, he said, "The lightning tribulation is still some distance away. It won't affect our Yan Yun Clan."
"This is a first!"
The Eighteen Riders also came out, tears streaming down their faces. "Our Khan of Heaven is finally doing something decent! He's refining a Divine Artifact at the Esoteric Sect. Is he planning to face the lightning tribulation himself?"
"What are you talking about? With Qin Feng's shameless nature, would he ever face the lightning tribulation himself?"
Mo Dao curled his lip. "I bet the reason he didn't come to our Yan Yun Clan to refine the Divine Artifact is that he found someone else to take the lightning for him."
"Good point!"
The Eighteen Riders gloated, wondering who'd drawn the short straw.
"Fools! You can't judge things by appearances!"
The Prairie King walked over and scolded them sternly. "You've only seen how terrifying