Jing Qianchen seemed to share the sentiment, hands behind his back, gazing at the crowd of cultivators led by Baili, "Indeed, with so many powerful figures around, I have no confidence. Besides, it wasn't just Changsun Yunhong at the start; Bai Ze, Mo Luo, Yu Gui, none of them are easy to deal with, plus..."
He paused, but Na Qingxin knew well why he stopped.
She didn't speak, just heard some sounds, turned her head, and saw a warm yellow amidst the vast snow.
This referred to Wuque, hinting at the three from Wuque. Though one died, and the other was sick, one remained.
Everyone feared this last one too.
But the sick one attracted everyone's attention as soon as she appeared.
Before coming, Qin Yu changed into a soft winter coat, warm yellow with a pale gold hue, and white fur edges at the feet, the kind of fine clothes worn by ladies and mistresses of wealthy families in the cold winter.
