Pinch

After landing on the ground, Venerable Wuxiang first glanced at Jiang Beiran's expression. Finding that, as usual, she could read no emotion from it at all, a little panic rose in her heart. After all, she knew very well that what she had just done would make Jiang Beiran unhappy.

But I had no choice... who told that woman to... As Venerable Wuxiang thought on, she lifted her head and looked toward the tower above, a faint gleam bursting in her eyes.

At that moment, the seven Mystic Saints of the Wei Kingdom also landed. After cupping their hands toward Jiang Beiran, Wu Zizhen spoke first. "Master Jiang, why did you not send this old man word in advance that you were coming today? I could have sent someone to welcome you."

"Sect Master Wu is too courteous. This junior was merely worried about making a great fanfare, so I came quietly. I hope Sect Master Wu will forgive me for that."

"Hahaha, what forgiveness is there to speak of? Master Jiang is willing to come, and we are more than happy to welcome you." After Wu Zizhen finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Zhirong, who was already standing beside Jiang Beiran, and his heart could not help but give a thump. He seemed to understand something.

Damn it... You people of the Ji Kingdom are really bleeding yourselves dry to snatch him away!

It was not only Wu Zizhen. The other six Wei Kingdom Mystic Saints also reacted at this moment. This Qin Zhirong must have been worried that Jiang Beiran would be won over by their side, which was why she had staged this whole affair.

Otherwise, they truly could not find any other reason to explain Qin Zhirong's baffling behavior just now.

Although they were still somewhat