"Only one hour, and you're still bluffing with Qingqiu?" Deacon Zhan was exasperated, like a frustrated woman who turned around to become a human trafficker.
Qin Yu: "..."
Blame me?
Deacon Zhan's face darkened, and he immediately pulled out a decree from his sleeve and tossed it over, which Zhang Tingwan caught.
Qin Yu: "If it's an hour later, Senior Sister Wan still comes to teleport me, isn't it..."
Qin Yu's gaze glanced directly behind Zhang Tingwan.
Sure enough, she saw the fully matured transmission array.
"Yes, people have been brought over."
Previously, some Southern cultivators who were mocking from the crowd were collectively shocked!
Because within the array was a vast crowd of people.
Three thousand hidden cultivators of Wuque, also commonly referred to as secret army personnel, equivalent to those who previously executed missions with Elder Yue Zhijing.
Once elites, once living incognito, now becoming members of the Wuque's secret army.
