Master Tianxuan
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"That ghost is strong. Even with the addition of Senior Sister Yu Chan, and the four of us teaming up, we are not completely certain that we can be victorious. If it were the disciples outside the Sanctum of the Eighteen Blessed and Heavenly Lands, then there might still be a tiny bit of hope. The three of them have really dug their own graves!" Junior Sister Ye sneered.
The three of them did not continue pursuing Su Yu and his group of people. Instead, they waited for a cup of tea's time, until a short-haired woman, who wore a jade-colored skirt and carried a golden small tree, which was as rough as an arm, flew over.
"Senior Sister Yu Chan!" The expressions of the three changed, and they went over to welcome her respectfully. Even the cold and arrogant Yang Jian revealed an extremely respectful expression.