At this moment, the entire atmosphere had plunged to freezing point, thick with the smell of gunpowder. One careless move, and the guns could go off.
"Fine. Let's go."
Liu Qingfeng gave Jun Lin a deep look, a cryptic smile curling at the corner of her lips. As she left, the group of smugglers behind her also receded like a tide.
Ye Lin was dumbfounded at the sight. No, why weren't they fighting?
He had wanted to use this battle to see just how much he had improved.
And after waiting all this time, this was it? It was over before anyone had even made a move?
A moment later, Ye Lin noticed that after the smugglers left, not only were these geniuses not pleased, but every one of them wore an incomparably grave expression.
Even Jun Lin, standing at the front, remained silent, his eyes fixed on the distance as though lost in thought.
"This time, the trouble is enormous."
At that moment, Dugu Feng's voice sounded beside Ye Lin's ear.
"Explain in detail."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly. He still knew too little; these geniuses naturally knew far more than he did.
"If they had flown into a rage and started fighting, that would have been fine. We could have taken the chance to gauge their strength."
"But now that they've left without a word, the trouble is immense. Those things dare to act so lawlessly and openly precisely because top-tier forces stand behind them, don't they?"
"And the Heavenly Dao does not welcome them. They are constantly suffering the suppression of heaven and earth, and the only way to remove that suppression is to offset it with the fortune of the present world."
"Now that they've left at the first disagreement, they'll do everything