Just as Cen Yueyue stepped forward to argue, not only did the cultivator named Guang Daoyuan vanish, but her own man also disappeared.
This scene made Qingluan unable to hold back a laugh. With her sharp eyes, when she saw the grievance and suppressed anger in Cen Yueyue's eyes, she understood that what the other party said was most likely accurate, even if there were discrepancies, they wouldn't be too outrageous.
Just when Cen Yueyue drew her sword and looked around blankly, someone finally arrived on a flying sword with an embarrassed expression and leisurely dragged the already twenty-meter-flung Guang Daoyuan back.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speed up; he truly couldn't fly fast. The profound influence of this array around him was overwhelming, and while flying over, he began to defend himself softly.
