Ding Qianyue really lost a sesame seed but gained a watermelon; it was a huge loss.
However, these were all her own choices, so she has no one to blame but herself.
The Holy Son of Light waved his sleeve and sneered, "What a waste of time, what a farce!"
He's already losing interest.
A moment of silence fell over the scene.
Right at that moment!
The spatial gate of the Tide Ruins exploded with a deafening roar, and was completely condensed.
"The Tide Ruins have opened!"
A martial artist cried out in alarm.
The Holy Son of Light snorted coldly and stepped forward.
He went to the water curtain and took out a token.
A blue light shot out from the water curtain guarding the Tide Ruins, enveloping the Holy Son of Light, transforming him into a ball of light, and disappearing into the spatial gate.
Lu Fei, Gui Yacha, and the others were not to be outdone, and they also took out their tokens and entered.
They didn't go in alone, but with their men.
You can bring a maximum of five people.
Soon, people from the three major sects—Bright Fortress, Heavenly Will Sect, and Strange Ghost Sect—had all entered.
The Grand Elder of the Ziwei Sect nodded to Ding Qianyue.
Ding Qianyue took out a token from her bosom.
A blue light appeared, enveloping her and Su Bufan, and they disappeared into the water curtain.
Of the five major sects, four have already left.
In the end, only Murong Ting of the War Slave Sect remained.
Her eyes remained fixed on Tang Xuan.
The more you explore, the more you feel a familiarity that comes from your very blood.
Murong Ting took out the token, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and bowed to Tang Xuan.
"Murong Ting of the War Slave Sect, may I ask your honorable name?"
Tang Xuan smiled faintly: "Tang Xuan!"
"Tang..."
Murong Ting's pupils suddenly contracted.
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