Convening of the Three Yuan!

The crowd fell into dead silence.

Wu Ming coughed and glanced at him. "Let's find a place to nurse our injuries properly."

Yuwen Jinghong then noticed that the complicated gazes in the surroundings were causing chills to run down his spine, and he hurriedly nodded. "Okay, okay!"

The mountain peak was very smooth and spacious; there was more than enough space to fit the few of them. But when the few of them moved, there were still a few gazes glued to them.

The surroundings were increasingly silent; only the sounds of the few of them walking was especially clear.

This was clearly awkward.

Mu Hongyu couldn't help but say softly to Jian Fengchi, "Why do they keep staring at us…"

While Jian Fengchi applied medicine to his arm, he didn't even look up as he said lightly, "If anyone suddenly intercepted them during the competition, they would also stare at the culprit in such a manner."