Shen Luo listened to Bai Xiaotian and the others, his feelings exceedingly complicated. He felt both disappointed and moved.
He was disappointed by the tacit agreement the great sects had reached regarding the siege of Fangcun Mountain, yet moved by these friends who, knowing full well this was a dragon's pool and tiger's den, were still willing to risk themselves alone for his sake.
At this point, the Demon Race members also understood the situation before them, and their expressions relaxed considerably.
"I can give you a chance. Leave at once, and what happens here will have nothing to do with you. Otherwise..." Golden-Winged Peng said, his words brimming with menace.
"Otherwise what? Do you dare kill us?" Bai Xiaotian snapped his folding fan shut and asked with a frown.
"Seniors, although I came here alone, my sect elders will not be unaware of my whereabouts. I presume you all know that our Great Tang Government Office has always held that anyone who openly offends us shall be executed, no matter how far away they are," Lu Huaming said as well.
"Mount Putuo has always stayed clear of worldly disputes. But should a direct disciple be harmed, when the Bodhisattva of Salvation assumes the wrathful form of a Vajra, I hope you will be able to bear the consequences," Nie Caizhu said.
Wuman'er thought for a long while but still did not know what to say. She could only shake her wrist, and countless gu insects behind her scattered into the air, spreading into two wings.
Hearing this, Shen Luo sighed inwardly and immediately sent them a voice transmission. "I am already more than satisfied that you came here. But given the current situation, the prestige of our sects cannot suppress their malicious intentions. You should return first. At the