The venue gradually quieted down.
Duanmu Qing turned her head and gave Mo Hua a cold glance, her autumn-like eyes betraying an unmistakeable intent to kill.
Mo Hua was startled again, thinking the woman might strike once more.
But the elders of the Mount of Tao still had some deterrence.
The rules of the Mount of Tao were quite strict.
Outside the sword discussion venue, disciples were strictly prohibited from fighting.
Should an incident occur, regardless of the Four Great Sects or the Eight Great Gates, these elders would certainly not show mercy.
Duanmu Qing took a slow breath, gazing at Mo Hua, muttering his name in a low murmur:
"Mo Hua... I'll remember you."
And then she said nothing more, turned around, and left, leaving only a graceful silhouette.
Other disciples from the Wanxiao Sect followed suit.
Once Duanmu Qing was far enough away, Mo Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Linghu Xiao and the others also felt somewhat relieved.
