Dripping Blood Cliff, Soul-Severing Valley, Immortal Burial City (5)

An elderly man with white hair looked worried.

Indeed, they had already shed all pretense of cordiality. It was really difficult for the Murong family to leave safely.

Han Muye had no objections to the Murong family's arrangements.

For the continuation of the family clan, enduring humiliation, fleeing, and protecting was the right thing to do.

When Murong Chi, Murong Fu, and the others came to ask Han Muye to take them away, Han Muye, who was gently wiping his sword, simply said lightly,

"Okay."

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"The Murong clan left Puyuan City and took a flying ship to the Wasteland?"

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Sanlin City, which was 30,000 miles away, a Daoist in a green robe with a purple-gold crown on his head frowned.

As he whispered, everyone in the entire hall felt the atmosphere suddenly become oppressive.

An oppressive force appeared.