Outside the gates of Elder Spirit Manor, Weng Ting's expression was somewhat unsightly.
At that moment, Zhang Duiyin, with her round face, looked toward the Spirit Shadow Formation and asked, "Junior Sister Weng, just who did you invite? Forget that Sky Wolf squad member—why haven't even those two fifth-grade battle bodies come out yet?"
The stipulated three days were nearly up, yet not a single one of the three War Martial Stage cultivators had broken through the Spirit Shadow Formation.
They were simply too weak!
That was precisely why Weng Ting's expression was so grim.
The elderly steward could not help chuckling. "Miss, I told you your judgment of people was off, but you wouldn't believe me!"
Weng Ting's delicate fists tightened slightly. It would have been one thing if she had misjudged Sikong Jing.
But now, had she even misjudged the two battle bodies?
Yet there was nothing she could do. Other than Hua Meixi and Xiao Qibo, none of the other fifth-grade War Martial Stage battle bodies had accepted her invitation.
Whoosh...
Just as the elderly steward was smugly pleased with himself, a figure suddenly shot out from the formation. It was none other than Xiao Qibo.
But the moment the four of them saw him, their gazes froze.
Instinctively, Weng Ting rushed to Xiao Qibo's side and asked in a low voice, "Junior Brother Xiao, what happened to you?"
At the same time, the Zhang siblings and the elderly steward flashed over as well. They saw Xiao Qibo covered in wounds from head to toe. His once meticulously groomed hair had become like a bird's nest, and he was utterly bedraggled.
Upon hearing that, Xiao Qibo's expression turned crazed beyond measure. He could not help roaring, "Senior Sister Weng, what exactly is going on? Why are there