"Luo Cheng, are you not coming out to meet your death?"
A furious shout echoed closer and closer, rippling through the air.
"So many people!"
"What's going on?"
Hearing the commotion, Yuan Zhilan and the others were slightly surprised.
Normally, Qingxuan Peak was deserted except for the few of them.
And these people seemed to be here specifically for Luo Cheng, clearly harboring ill intentions.
Chen Lingyu's gaze turned cold. "Hmph! I want to see who dares to stir trouble on our Qingxuan Peak!"
Through the rustling bushes, a group of people emerged from the mountain trail.
There were as many as thirty to forty people.
The first dozen stood together, an air of arrogance in their eyes. When their gaze locked onto Luo Cheng, their expressions became fierce—all of them were members of the Crown Prince Hall.
