Chen Zhenhua knew well in his heart that with Tang Lin injured as he was, Elder Sun would definitely not stay any longer even without being told, so he might as well make a friendly gesture.
"Yes!"
Elder Sun, the old man who had been guarding Tang Lin all along, nodded lightly, turned around, picked up Tang Lin, and flashed towards the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Chen Zhenhua glanced at Qin Chaolan, who was pulling Lin Yuyan away to a distance, then turned to look at the dark tornado two miles away, a deep expression in his eyes.
The Wine-crazed landed back on the ground, sheathed his longsword, and also looked towards the dark mist tornado.
Seeing the battle was over, people from all the major forces leapt back.
However, this time, no one dared to act so casually, the Wine-crazed's imposing sword intent hadn't dissipated, proving his inner anger hadn't fully vented out, and at this moment, no one dared to touch his brow.
