Realizing what Meng Xing was implying, Yang Xing grew cold. “We’re not the only ones here. If we have no pills, we’ll go rob them!”1

Meng Xing quickly analyzed the situation. “Right! The Qingyun Pavilion’s strength is too great. We’ve lost our trump cards, and our clan’s disciples are more than half gone. We’ll easily suffer heavy losses by going against them! As for those monsters, they’re even harder to deal with than the Qingyun Pavilion!”0

Yang Lin gnashed his teeth in hatred, as though he could barely stomach the names that followed. “Yang Ying and his group! If we snatch their pills back, we can survive!”0

The Qingyun Pavilion, the monsters, and Yang Ying’s group. Judging by strength, Yang Ying’s group was the...0