Whose luck is better?
"It's you!" The moment she saw the few people swaggering at the entrance, a murderous intent flashed in Ling Chuxi's eyes.
The person blocking the door was Qin shaozhong, whom Ling Chuxi wanted to get rid of as soon as possible. Four white-bearded elders stood beside him. Ling Chuxi did not recognize three of them, and the last one was actually Liang Zuwei, who had been driven out by the Jing family head.
Xia Yimin and Alchemist Jin had already been helped up by the other spirit alchemists. Both of their faces were pale, and there were bloodstains on their chests. There were also traces of blood at the corner of their mouths. It was obvious that they had been severely injured. Seeing this situation, Ling Chuxi's heart was boiling with anger.