The Immortal Taiping had left.
The atmosphere in the air over the West Ocean Islands became tenser.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects stared at the elders and disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, their eyes full of anger and shock.
The elders and disciples of the Green Mountain Sect were staring at the Cloud Boat of the Center Sect; their ferocious gazes were fixed on Tong Yan.
Jing Jiu was looking at Tong Yan as well.
Among the dozen sword boats of Green Mountain and close to a thousand swordsmen of Green Mountain, Tong Yan sensed Jing Jiu's gaze. He was taken aback slightly at first, and then nodded to Jing Jiu.