Bi Tong'er sensed an imposing presence emerging from the swirling mist; her black hair flew backward as she lowered her head to look at the mountain path, only to find that the Western Regions Royal Family, who had just displayed considerable skill, had fallen to the ground like puppets, unable to move, but seemingly unharmed.
Before the Western Regions Royal Family, Wang Anfeng's figure slowly dissipated.
Dongfang Ningxin spoke again: "Another piece of advice, Bi Tong'er."
"Not all Grandmasters in the world are just as good at poisoning as the old teacher."
Bi Tong'er's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she whipped her head around.
Wang Anfeng, dressed in a blue shirt and carrying a sword box, stood behind them, his expression indifferent.
Behind him, fragments that had previously wreaked havoc hovered in the air, occasionally flashing with lightning.
