"Looks like someone's head is going to roll today."
Qin Yi shrugged and followed.
Yin Qianqian glanced at Yun Lin and said jokingly:
"Let's go, watch the show."
Yun Lin felt uneasy, knowing something big was about to happen; how could this be a good show?
Ignoring Yun Lin, who was pacing like an ant on a hot pan, Yin Qianqian and Lang Ya moved toward the direction of the Holy Hall. They couldn't let Yun Mengyao suffer.
"It's over, it's over, it's over..."
Yun Lin's face turned ashen and, snapping back to reality, he realized he was alone. He hurriedly chased after them.
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Feather Clan, Holy Hall.
Yun Tianli was conversing with two members of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.
The identities of these two were not low; they were the Fifth Elder and Sixth Elder of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.
A tall, man with a hooked nose and sparse hair was the Fifth Elder of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, Jin Lianming.
