Anyone with a shred of sense could hear what those words meant. Shi Chun's group swiftly turned to Su Qiao, wariness instinctively surfacing in their eyes.
Their reaction was hardly surprising. Su Qiao's behavior while checking for prohibited items had indeed been abnormal.
At the same time, Shi Chun gave Qu Wuming a few more looks. They were neither kin nor friends, so what was behind this man's kindness?
The scene suddenly fell silent. The senior figures of the Artifact Refining sects watching nearby all wore odd expressions.
After a moment of stunned silence, Su Qiao suddenly sneered repeatedly and pointed at Qu Wuming in retaliation. "Shi Chun, this is Qu Wuming, Sect Master of the Treasure-Evolving Sect. You've seen how skilled this sect is at sowing discord, haven't you? That's a tradition handed down through generations. Once you're inside, watch yourselves if you see their disciples."
Shi Chun's group looked left, then right. Whichever way they looked, all they saw was a bunch of bastards. They had no idea what these old bastards were trying to do.
Qu Wuming was about to speak again when Luo Yan, Sect Master of the Heavenforging Sect, interrupted. "Enough. There's a whole crowd waiting behind them."
Both sides fell silent, and Su Qiao returned to the group of supervisors.
Once everything was confirmed to be in order, Shi Chun and the others continued. They inserted the lotus lamps' spikes into the holes in their iron wrist rings, drawing blood to activate the rings and open the lamps. They took out their Ice Sheep, released the lotus lamps into the air, then leaped one after another into the airborne ring, where the orange-yellow flowing clouds swallowed them.
Most of them were rather tense throughout the process.
The spectators outside the mountain were puzzled. Why