"Just this once, stay here obediently and put away your skills for escaping early."
There were already a lot of people near Qingtian Mountain, coming and going, with representatives from various sects of the Southern Heaven Continent present.
Ever since You Wanying summoned the dense poison fog, the attention of everyone at Qingtian Mountain had been drawn over.
Many people came to Qingtian Mountain and ended up empty-handed, without obtaining anything valuable, leaving them somewhat bored.
An event of such magnitude unfolding before their eyes naturally attracted countless gazes immediately.
The enmity between You Wanying and Shen Han was known to many.
They just didn't expect to witness it here.
"Retreat, stand behind me."
The situation before them drew everyone's attention, yet the strong figures of various sects were busily pushing their younger ranks backward.
You Wanying's poison fog—if these young ones even touched it, they might damage their foundation.
