Fang Hao lay on the hill, watching the drama of'same-Sect members slaughtering each other and defecting on the spot' below, his eyes nearly popping out.
Good grief, was the inside of Xuan Shui Pavilion this chaotic?
With undercover agents and traitors, it was more exciting than a storyteller at a teahouse!
Watching those two turncoats,'Shadow' and 'Junior Brother Wang', dive into the colorful spatial rift, the remaining cold female cultivator from Xuan Shui Pavilion, the group from the Thunder Sword Sect, and the two Loose Cultivators who had gone red-eyed from killing, all panicked.
They stopped fighting each other and, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, scrambled to squeeze into the rift!
The entrance to the rift was small, and the group crowded together, pushing and shoving, Spells flying everywhere, almost starting another fight at the door.
