The expressions on the eight of them froze immediately, as they clenched hard on their teeth not saying a single word.
After all, they had indeed suffered a loss in Ye Qing Luo's hands earlier.
No matter what method Ye Qing Luo used, a loss was a loss.
If it hadn't been for assistant class monitor's helping hand, their necks would probably have been cut open by those leaves.
"You've already completed your welcome, so can I enter now?" Ye Qing Luo gazed towards assistant class monitor as that young man apparently was these group of people's leader.
"You may." Assistant class monitor stepped aside.
The second door was wide open and Ye Qing Luo looked inwards to find a totally different environment from this desolate courtyard.
There was a spacious training ground and right beside the space were two weapons racks.
Every weapon which one could imagined were all there.