The curtain fell on the grand battle, with eight True Disciples from the Ji Family and Flickering Light Sacred Land slain. This was bound to stir a great tumult!
Ye Fan landed on the broken mountain, and the young cultivators of Quzhou retreated one after another. This boy, with his hair flying, seemed quiet, yet the crowd branded him as a young great evil person.
Many were whispering, wondering how this boy could survive once this matter spread across the Northern Region. The Ji Family and Flickering Light Sacred Land held eternal legacies. They were transcendent entities in the Eastern Wastelands. Provoking them meant having nowhere to hide in the world.
"Everyone, it's best to disperse now," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Let's go. The gathering of young cultivators in Quzhou can't proceed, but witnessing such a grand battle wasn't a wasted trip."
"Shh, keep your voice down. If the Ji Family hears this, it won't bode well for you."
