"What?!"
Zhang Qing, hovering at the entrance of the Zhang Clan's mountain gate, staggered and nearly fell straight out of the sky.
These past few days, he had kept his promise and never disturbed the secluded valley where Lin Chuan was staying. After all, one of the girls had entered the Immortal Ancient Rift from their territory, and she would have to emerge from here as well. With a "hostage" in hand, he never thought Lin Chuan would run away.
Yet now, with the brutal reality laid bare before him, Zhang Qing truly felt a soul-crushing despair.
Hadn't he spent these past few days desperately courting death and stirring up trouble precisely to lure all his enemies here while Lin Chuan was still at the Zhang Clan, so that expert could wipe them all out in one go?
But now, all his enemies had arrived, while Lin Chuan had vanished. It was like having a bucket of dog blood dumped over his head...
This time... he had really screwed himself over...
What was he supposed to do now?
Zhang Qing's expression had changed from the exhilaration of seeing his enemies earlier to deathly pale, whiter than a sheet of paper...
Inside the secluded valley.
Qin Lang noticed that someone from the Zhang Clan had come over, but the man merely glanced at him from afar without saying anything, so Qin Lang could not be bothered to pay him any attention.
"That person is gone, but three strangers have appeared here!" the Zhang Clan disciple transmitted to Zhang Qing again.
"What? Three strangers?" Zhang Qing's eyes lit up, as though he had grasped his last lifeline. "Quick, go ask them!"
The Zhang Clan disciple nervously approached Qin Lang, both confused and fearful.
"May I ask who you are...?"
"What is it?