Suspended on the pavilion platform, Tong Xu never sat back down after standing up. He only stared fixedly at the water mirror without blinking for even a second. When he saw that distant rainbow light on the mirror, he suddenly spoke up, "I remember I have a matter to attend to—ah, it's a hair-trigger emergency, I must take my leave first."
As he spoke, he channeled Yang Zhu and leaped straight out the window.
You certainly didn't look like you had a hair-trigger emergency when you were watching the gambling with such high spirits.
The cultivators' internal grumblings did not stop Tong Xu from leaving, but as they watched the man fly away, the group looked at one another as flashes of insight successively illuminated their minds.
Where there is one, there is a second; immediately, someone else cried out, "I also have a matter..."
"Ahem, my health is indisposed, I take my leave in advance."
"Off I go, off I go."
Regardless of whether they had reasons or not, the people in the pavilion departed by over half in an instant. For a time, the bustling pavilion was left with only three or five people. No one felt surprised by this, not even the host, Madam Xia.
The figures she invited, whether Longevity True Persons or Step-Void experts, were for the most part renowned names in the Three Northern Lakes region, and naturally, they occupied very important positions among the various sects of the Xiyu Alliance. Among these people, one could say not a single one could command the Xuan Huang Killing Sword. Yet if they could seize the opportunity of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword slipping from its peak, utilize sect strength, make meticulous deployments, and aim for the purpose of restriction and sealing, it was still worth