Han Lingzi stared dumbfounded at the shattered body on the ground, unable to recognize who it was, but several faces of cultivators who had been relentlessly pursuing her flashed through her mind.
A look of fear suddenly appeared on her determined pretty face.
At this moment, the Elder in white in her eyes suddenly looked up and smiled at her, jokingly saying, "Could it be you, little Lingdang, ordered this?"
Han Weizi furrowed her delicate brows and sternly said, "Han Lingzi! The rules of the Crane Spirit Sect, what should be the consequence for insubordination?!"
Han Lingzi shuddered at once, waving her hands repeatedly, "I didn't... I really didn't... I didn't... I..."
She stepped back, step by step...
"Alright." Song Yan interjected just in time, "Today's farce ends here."
He glanced around and continued, "Initially, we pretended to be ordinary natives, but with this commotion, it's impossible to maintain the guise. Let's move, it's time to find a new place."
