Yang Qing was watching those people intently and had not expected Wood to act at that moment.
By the time he came to his senses, Wood had already dragged him several yards backward.
The two of them had moved from the edge of the cave into the Wheatfield.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou had been facing those people. When they heard the movement behind them and turned, Wood had already landed in the Wheatfield with Yang Qing.
Although Bu Er and the others knew Wood's identity, his dragging someone away without a word still took Bu Er by surprise.
Without a second thought, he sprang up and followed.
By the time Wood brought Yang Qing to a halt in the Wheatfield, Bu Er's sword was already at his throat.
"Would you mind explaining why you did that?"
Wood caught his breath and looked up at Bu Er and Yang Qing, without so much as glancing at the sword against his neck.
"I suddenly remembered something. There was no time to explain, so I could only pull the Young Master back."
"What was it?" Bu Er stared coldly at Wood. This man's thoughts ran deep; even his young master had yet to see through him. Bu Er did not believe a single word Wood said.
"It was my fault. Seeing these people when we came in startled me so much that I forgot there are not only Immortal Thunder Kingdom people in this Underground Palace, but another kind of person as well."
Another kind of person? What kind?
"The Immortal Thunder Kingdom people live long lives. Over those long years, apart from the familiar faces around them, everyone they encounter or come into contact with turns to dust in the long river of time before they do, leaving no trace to