"Senior Brother Lu Yun, I don't think they dare to come at all."
Luo Feng and the four others followed Hengmu into the garden, just in time to hear these words.
Luo Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking into the garden.
In a plaza surrounded by flourishing flowers, several figures stood, most of them men.
The aura of these people was not weak. Among them, the Yuan Qi fluctuations around two individuals were like small streams, continuous and unending. Unsurprisingly, these two should be Martial Artists in the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.
Nanxuan naturally heard those words too, her gaze falling on the two Sky Sword Pavilion disciples closest to her, a cold smile appearing on her adorable round face:
"Hmph, it's rumored that Sky Sword Pavilion disciples like to gossip behind others' backs. Seeing it is even more convincing than hearing about it."
She clearly saw earlier that it was these two who spoke disparagingly about Luo Feng.
"What did you say?"
