Bai Ze, faced with certain death, wore a dark expression, relying solely on Ying Ruoruo silently pulling at his sleeve to hold him back, while Fang Yourong remained steady, merely casting a quiet glance at Qin Yu, waiting for him to finish his babble before speaking: "The sect is going to war."
War? Even though he had suspicions, Qin Yu was still surprised, his mind racing—Wuque, this kind of low-key show-off, has indeed been struck by lightning and drawn into a battle by some mysterious force? Damn, won't those immortal tumors in the Heavenly Prison be dying of joy?
"Oh, is that so? I bet the seniors in the Heavenly Prison are firing off fireworks in celebration, congratulations indeed." The words Qin Yu chose were quite elegant, but secretly he was mocking the fact that every time Wuque faced dire events, those in the Heavenly Prison could be safely released, really... hehehe.
