Chu Yang heavily sighed, "What should've been noticed wasn't noticed, but what should have been ignored was noticed! You've established enemies in vain! The rest of the other clans more or less invited the two of you, but why didn't the Ling Clan extend an invitation? This is because you are expendable! If you dare to advance any further, you'll be killed. Otherwise, if you retreat, nothing will happen!"
The four of them lowered their heads in guilt.
Beads of perspiration dripped from Ji Mo's head, but he didn't dare to utter a sound. This was because there was an extra hand around his waist and his flesh was already being pinched until numb. Behind him, Huyan Aobo appeared very gloomy as she carefully to Chu Yang's words. It was as if that hand didn't belong to her.