"Caught out by the small fry. Tsk, tsk."
Wan Lan rolled her eyes and dismissed the bow and arrow in her hands.
"Who are you calling small fry? As our captain, can't you find a nicer way to describe us?"
Ye Buyu scratched her head sheepishly. "Haha, force of habit. Let's hurry to the party. If that thing comes back, we won't be able to handle it."
They had only caught their opponent off guard just now, taking advantage of the fact that it knew neither their background nor their abilities to launch a surprise attack.
Once their opponent figured things out, the six of them, all at the seventh tier, might not actually be able to beat it.
Lou Guanshan checked on the three people from the Primordial Beginning Tower. One was already completely dead, while the other two were severely injured. Even after Ye Buyu's emergency treatment, they were still unconscious.
"Are we taking these two to the party?"
Su Wuwei looked toward the people gathered in front of the Ancient Castle and raised his brows.
"I'm afraid it's not a question of whether we want to, but whether we can. There are quite a few people gathered outside the Ancient Castle. We seem to have just escaped the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair."
The six, who had sent the parade float's owner flying along with the carriage, turned toward the people of all different bearing gathered before the Ancient Castle. For an instant, it was as though they were looking at magnificent brocade woven with a thousand faces and countless forms. All sorts of people had gathered together, and the looks they cast over were laden with complicated meanings.
Curiosity, derision, disdain, surprise. Some were as calm as still water, while others brimmed with