'Heh...'
With a stifled breath, the foreigner slowly exhaled, regaining his composure before gloomily saying:
"My friend, if you don't intend to resolve this matter now, I will report to my superiors. Someone else will handle this and negotiate with you later."
"As you wish."
Ye Feihong cupped his hands in response.
"Humph!"
With a cold snort, the foreigner took off his earpiece and tossed it aside. He had his subordinates carry the Singing Lady Mummy and left with them in tow.
This sudden change left the Sichun Daoist School disciples, who were still confronting the foreign agents, rather baffled.
It was clear that they didn't understand why the situation, which was so tense just a moment ago, suddenly came to an abrupt end like this.
But that was understandable…
After all, despite their intense exchange, only those close by like Chen Xuan could perceive it.
To the disciples who were further away, the two merely stared at each other for a moment.