Gong Shixi had told the various sects that Wu Shanshan and her people had been dealt with by the terrifying beings here. Now Wu Shanshan was in Shi Chun's hands. What was he supposed to do? Could slapping his own face solve anything?
Now even he thought there was something wrong with his brain. He could have taken the sects anywhere. Why had he actually brought them to the place where Shi Chun's group was staying? Wasn't he making trouble for himself?
He also wanted to know whether Shi Chun and his bunch had something wrong with their brains. I told you loud and clear I'd be bringing people over. I warned you beforehand so you could run. Did you really take that as a joke?
It wasn't just him. Every disciple of the Thousand Rocks Sect felt their head swell to twice its size, their minds going numb. These people were actually still here?
Their first reaction was that Shi Chun's group had set them up.
Then, seeing the formation Shi Chun's group had arranged and their composed expressions, they vaguely realized things might not be so simple.
A flash of inspiration struck Gong Shixi. No, these fellows wouldn't deliberately stay here just to set up the Thousand Rocks Sect.
He sensed that Shi Chun's group had something to rely on. Just those few magical treasures? Or something else?
Thinking of Shi Chun's fame as the foremost participant in the Skyfall Meteor Assembly, and how he had fooled so many sects into running in circles there, he instinctively glanced around. He actually sensed a whiff of danger and immediately wanted to call his fellow disciples away.
But could he run now? He didn't dare. If he ran, he would never be able to explain himself. The sects would probably