"Stop! Flying is forbidden over Purple Sky City. Get down here like good little children."
Just as Ye Lin and his group arrived above Purple Sky City, a familiar voice reached his ears.
Looking up, he saw Wang Xiao'er clutching a wooden sword, glaring at him like a tiger eyeing its prey.
"Wang Xiao'er, get your ass over here this instant."
The next moment, a crisp voice rang out, and Wang Xiao'er's body visibly trembled.
A snow-white jade hand seized Wang Xiao'er's ear. After giving Ye Lin an apologetic smile, Purple Cloud dragged Wang Xiao'er away by the ear.
"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I was wrong, Senior Sister! It hurts... it hurts! Master said all outsiders have to come down before entering Purple Sky City. I was defending the dignity of our Purple Sky Heavenly Palace!"
"Pain, pain, pain! Senior Sister... Senior Sister, spare me! I won't dare do it again."
As Purple Cloud dragged Wang Xiao'er away, his miserable screams echoed throughout all of Purple Sky City.
Seeing this, the prodigies behind Ye Lin all wore gentle smiles.
"Let's go."
Ye Lin chuckled softly and led everyone into the city.
"How much longer until they arrive?"
Once everything had settled down, Ye Lin looked toward Poison Venerable.
"They'll be here soon. But this time, the losses were rather severe."
Poison Venerable held a slip of paper and sighed repeatedly before finally handing it to Ye Lin.
"You should see for yourself."
Ye Lin accepted the slip, puzzled.
There was little written on it—only a brief list of a dozen or so names.
"Each name represents a prodigy. Across the other three continents, a total of twenty-four comrades have fallen."
"Adding those from our Northern Continent, twenty-seven comrades have left us."
As Poison Venerable finished speaking, the great hall fell