Although the martial arts community harbored doubts about Shi Feiyang's decision, no one dared to challenge Liu Yanran and her daughter.
At present, besides Shi Feiyang, no one else could rival them. The poison of the Kunqian Holy Water from Divine Water Palace was renowned far and wide, and no one dared to provoke Liu Yanran lightly. Facing her head-on was not a wise move either.
The atmosphere at the scene was heavy and oppressive, and everyone's eyes revealed reluctance and helplessness, yet they had to admit that Shi Feiyang was right. Seeing no objections, Shi Feiyang then let Liao Pei down.
Liao Pei lay on the ground, panting heavily, each breath accompanied by a heavy tremor, occasionally breaking into a violent cough. His face was as pale as paper, large beads of sweat covered his forehead, rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the dust-covered ground.
