Wan Chou raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhao Yu. "Was I talking to you? Why all the needless chatter?"
"Whoever talks the most nonsense knows it best themselves," Zhao Yu sneered.
A glint of cold light flashed in Wan Chou's eyes.
HUM!
At that very moment, a sacrificial altar blazed with light. Following this, figures materialized one by one—it was Qin Feiyang and his companions. The group leaped off the altar sequentially.
The ugly crone looked at the five old men, cupped her hands, and said with a smile, "My apologies for keeping you waiting."
The five old men finally opened their eyes, sharp lights glinting within them. One of them glanced at Qin Feiyang's group, then turned to the ugly crone, complaining, "Why are you people from Spirit State always so slow in handling matters?"
"An unexpected situation arose. My apologies." The ugly crone smiled apologetically. After speaking, she didn't forget to glare fiercely at Qin Feiyang, clearly blaming him.
