Qing Xiao's restraints were released, and he clutched his head, his complexion terrible, showing a very confused and perplexed expression about where he was.
The Tiger King squinted his eyes suspiciously, sizing him up, "What are you doing in my Ten-Miles Eight Mountains?"
"Ten-Miles Eight Mountains? I wasn't... How did I end up here?"
Good!
That's exactly the question you need to answer!
"Qingxiao Immortal, do you remember where you were before this?"
Qing Xiao looked at the person asking the question, as if trying to discern who it was, his face filled with genuine bewilderment.
His expression suddenly froze, as if he remembered something, and he covered his head with both hands, shielding his face from the crowd.
When he lowered his hands and looked at the people again, there was a distinct change in his eyes and expression.
"Qingxiao Immortal..."
One of the Divine Clan, who was nearest to Qing Xiao, cautiously approached, wanting to offer some concern.