"Yuwen Mo, don't be so excessive, people of Daqin Saint Institute! The Yang Soul Stone should be shared by those who find it! Why should your people from Daqin Saint Institute monopolize it? And additionally, using sneak attacks!"
Hearing the voice, Luo Qingtong narrowed her eyes and peeked out from behind the rock where she was hiding.
She saw two groups confronting each other in a clearing not far opposite.
The group facing away from Luo Qingtong were dressed in silver-gray attire, their faces unclear.
But the group facing Luo Qingtong, weren't they the familiar faces including Yuwen Mo whom she had met before?
Old acquaintances indeed!
Luo Qingtong watched the girl next to Yuwen Mo, her face covered with a light veil and still showing the large swollen area on the left half, wearing a goose-yellow robe, her lips slightly curled.
Isn't that Yuwen Mo's little junior sister? Her face hasn't healed yet?
