The Sword Master spoke, and with a wave of his big hand, the treasure ship that Yu Jian and the others were aboard quickly shrank, with both people and ship falling into the Sword Master's sleeve.
Then the Sword Master nodded slightly towards the beautiful woman in white, and took a step forward; the fluctuation of the spatial laws occurred, and his figure vanished from the spot.
The beautiful woman in white, seeing this, did not hesitate. She also collected her treasure ship, along with Qing Xii and other disciples, into a basket.
In the next moment, her figure blurred and slowly dissipated from the spot.
From start to finish, neither of them paid attention to the Pavilion Master of the Pavilion of the Enchanting Immortal and the black-robed elder not far away, nor did they engage in conversation or interaction.
"Those two fellows are indeed still so arrogant, as usual."
The pink-clothed, foxy woman sneered.
