Gu Qingcheng furrowed her brows tightly, her hands clenched firmly, her face filled with an anxious and fretful expression.
"Qingcheng, it seems that this time the young man is going to die in there. No one else is to blame; who told him to be so greedy and still want to obtain the Zilan Fruit? Now, he has dragged himself into this."
Qiao Yu walked over to Gu Qingcheng, a cold smirk on his lips.
"Don't you care at all about the many people from your Tian Sect also inside? Yet you still have the mood to stand here and make sarcastic remarks."
Gu Qingcheng said with a cold expression.
"What does their sacrifice matter? I am the master, they are the subordinates; how could a master worry about the affairs of subordinates!"
Qiao Yu said dismissively.
Inside the valley, over a hundred experts in the Entering Saint Realm were devoured by the Blood Evil Energy, and a large number of them had already died.