Daoist Qing Yan, holding a bell, smiled at him.
The bell in his hand was still gently swaying, emitting sound waves.
Luo Jianqing, Fatty Jia, and others had been waiting at the exit for a long time.
Luo Jianqing, with cold eyes and face, glanced over at Fang Yu.
The others weren't even interested in looking this way, busy packing their things, as if they had all been attacked.
"Giddy up!!"
With a clear voice ringing from behind.
Fang Yu turned to look and saw the Old Witch Feng Yahu, like himself, successfully burst out from the forest exit.
With her arrival, all the team members were finally gathered.
"So slow."
Sitting on the ground, Fatty Jia waved his hand and stood up, saying.
"Look who's talking; if it weren't for your ambush, we would have been out long ago." Dongfang Aotian said coldly from horseback.
