Above the high skies of Changlin Academy.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three figures appeared mysteriously, and seeing the people below cleaning the battlefield, the three elders showed a look of astonishment.
"This... The battle is over?!"
Tong He exclaimed, turning to look at Tong Hai beside him: "Should we still go down?"
"Who?!"
A loud roar echoed, and seven figures dashed rapidly from various corners of the academy to the high skies, enveloped in Great Dao Divine Light, arriving instantly a hundred meters away from the three elders.
"Old Tong Hai, Old Tong He, Old Tong Hu? What brings you here?"
Jian Cangqiong and the others looked at the three elders in surprise.
"Principal Jian, the three of us are here on the Domain Lord's orders, to lend a helping hand, but we didn't expect the battle to have already ended!"
Old Tong Hai clasped his hands and bowed slightly towards Jian Cangqiong and the others.
