The Beihai siblings felt more pressure than anyone else. As their cultivation bases trembled, their faces contorted with pain. Although their hatred for Yan Xiaobao surged, they couldn't show it.
"All of you had better return to the North Shore immediately! Enter secluded meditation and don't come out for ten years!" Although it was the Peak Lord of Sunset Peak who took action, they were disciples from his peak, so he was somewhat protective of them. Though he seemed very harsh, he actually sympathized with their plight. With a flick of his sleeve, he sent a powerful gust of wind that swept the disciples of Sunset Peak away.
Looking back at Yan Xiaobao, he displayed another smile, speaking slowly: "Xiao Chun, do you remember this?"
Yan Xiaobao knew he shouldn't push things too far. Matters had already turned favorable for him, so he cleared his throat in satisfaction.
