Qingyan Divine Court glanced at Qingyan Jing, then at Maha Taiguang, and finally at Lan Hong, who was looking at him.
The sharp sword intent emanating from Lan Hong made Qingyan Divine Court feel a chill run through his entire body.
Although he already intended to retreat, he could not afford to lose face. He still left behind a threat. "Our Ancient Divine Race will not let this matter rest."
"Is that so? I have no intention of letting it rest either. Sooner or later, I'll come knocking and seek each of you out for a lesson. I hope you'll still be as tough then as you are today. Now get lost!"
Qingyan Divine Court gritted his teeth, suppressing his fury as he took Maha Taiguang and tore through space, leaving the area.
Lan Hong also let out a sigh of relief. If the fight had continued, he might not have been able to hold on either.
"Brother Lan Hong, do not take offense. Matters within the clan..."
"There is no need to say more. I understand. When the forest is large, all kinds of birds can be found in it. But with the threat of the Outer Realm Demons right before your eyes, the Ancient Divine Race is still fighting among itself..."
Lan Hong did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was already obvious. Was this truly what the Ancient Divine Race ought to be doing?
"Alas, perhaps the clan truly needs to be put in order."
Hong Mao remained beside Lan Hong, only returning to the Small World after Lan Hong had recovered half of his spiritual power.
One could never be too cautious. Although Old Farmer appeared to be on Qingyan Jing's side, people were not always what they seemed. Especially now that he knew Qingyan