"It seems you immortals must have glimpsed something."
Shi Feng spoke in a weighted, grave whisper.
Then, looking at the crowd, whose faces were filled with suspicion and fright, he said in a low voice, "Let us leave this place first—we'll speak as we walk."
With that, Shi Feng swiftly stowed away his precious giant stone, then strode away in a chosen direction.
Hundreds hurried after him.
Men Long gave Xu Yang a sidelong glance, snorted coldly, and then followed her own party forward.
In the Daqian group, Ning Wuyang and Jian Chuan likewise withdrew their eyes from the War King Family's party.
"If I'd known, we master and disciple would've left Ten Thousand Swords Island first, and followed that Xu Yang brat."
Jian Chuan quietly transmitted, "Daqian has immortals, true, but here they are mere incarnations, and it's their first time setting foot on the Ancient Fallen Immortal Land. Compared with the War King Family, we fall far behind."
Ning Wuyang felt the same deep regret.
