"He even forgot to run. If it weren't for Qing Ling pulling him, he might have been left there," a young man chimed in. "Li, this kid's scared out of his wits."
"Forget it. Talking about this nonsense is useless. If he dies, it's none of my business," the youth surnamed Li said, turning his head and continuing to walk forward.
Qing Ling glanced at Zhao Yi without much expression and continued to follow.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yi was left at the back.
It was at this moment that Zhao Yi's desire to leave grew stronger.
...
Viewing Room.
Biyue Piaoling watched the scene unfold, bursting into laughter, wrinkles cascading like waves.
The feeling was that of a child laughing.
"This kid is really unlucky. Just as he planned to go for the kill on the demon beast, he got dragged away and scolded."
At the same time, Biyue Piaoling thought to himself: It seems that the people of the Immortal Sect, whether the Sect Leader or disciples, aren't easily understood by others.
