Just as Zhang Miao finished speaking, two people stepped out from the group behind him.
They stood with the withered old woman, no longer concealing their auras. A foul, rotten stench immediately drifted over on the wind, causing the expressions of Lin Fangyun and the other stewards to change.
Demon Cultivators!
Any stewards who had been wavering, or even considering defecting, immediately changed their minds.
Changchun Valley was known for its harsh stance against Demon Cultivators. Since Zhang Miao still dared to collude with them under these circumstances, it was clear he had no intention of letting anyone go.
"How about we join forces for now, Niece Feng?"
Lin Fangyun said to Yu Feng'Er, who was standing beside him, taking a deep breath.
Zhang Miao's side was now formidable. If their two factions didn't join forces, he feared none of them would escape today. They would all be buried here in Yunlu Pavilion.
