Everyone froze at the sight. Le Xiao stood there dumbstruck as well. "Tutu, you..."
"HAHAHA..."
Tutu threw back his head and laughed wildly. "Junior Sister Le, the real prize this time isn't the young sect master of the Cangyu Demon Sect—it's this future commandery consort... Heh heh heh. As for this young sect master, I'll leave him to you to take before Elder Le Hun."
"Teng Yue, meanwhile, is going to see our Elder Red Mountain."
With that, Tutu directly tossed Twelve Leopard to his subordinates and said, "We... go!"
Only then did Le Xiao realize that she had fallen into a damned trap!
She shouted sharply, "Tutu, return him to me at once!"
But why would Tutu pay any attention to her? In any case, they definitely could not start a war here.
The pitiful Twelve Leopard struggled to turn his head, looking at Sikong Jing growing farther and farther away, his eyes clearly saying: "Young Sect Master, what am I supposed to do?"
Sikong Jing had not expected this turn of events either.
But he quickly calmed down. He had already explained everything that needed explaining along the way. Twelve Leopard might be in utter turmoil right now, but he would never expose the fact that Sikong Jing was a fake Teng Yue.
No one here would recognize that he was an impostor, either.
Even removing that slight disguise outright would not be much of a problem. No one here had ever seen the real Teng Yue. Even Bao Jiusu and the others would find it hard to recognize him—they had only met Teng Yue twice in passing.
But there was still a hidden danger. The time had been too short, and Twelve Leopard's current strength had yet to truly approach Teng Yue's.
So he had to reunite