Before long, more than a thousand disciples emerged from Penglai Fairyland.
Then, the exit fell silent once more.
The Seventh Elder's expression changed subtly as he glanced over the disciples who had come out, and his face couldn't help but darken.
Because among these disciples, there was not a single one from Divine Wind Camp, which took him by surprise!
"Hahaha! Seventh Elder, where are the disciples of your Divine Wind Camp? Why haven't they come out yet?"
Zhu Lixing's face was full of smiles, brimming with mockery.
"Hmph! Zhu Lixing, there aren't that many disciples from your Diancang Sect either!"
The Seventh Elder scanned the crowd and, noticing that the number of disciples from Diancang Sect was also limited, he retorted with a cold laugh.
Indeed, there were not many disciples from Diancang Sect who had come out, only around eighty or ninety people.
Hearing this, Zhu Lixing's mouth curled in a smirk, not in the least concerned.
