One of the elders was precisely the one Teng Yue had slapped and loudly berated earlier.
Before Teng Yue could react, a young man from the Yu Vein had already shouted hatefully, "Black Scale Demon, we're very grateful you helped our Ying Sect Master, but why did you deliberately get our elders killed and maimed? What the hell did you mean by that?"
Of course, they were here to denounce and demand an explanation.
At this moment, a second young man followed up with another shout: "That's right, we need an explanation."
Their voices were not low, making Ying Sanmeng, who was treating the wounded on the Yu Vein's side, freeze and involuntarily look over.
At the same time, far off in the distance, Chai Jiu, who had already ordered the retreat, pulled the corner of his mouth into a grim, cold smile.
The high-level figures of the Cang Lineage secretly exchanged glances; in their eyes was written clearly: Just as the Great Gate Master predicted, the conflict has arrived.
