บท 492: When We Create History

Luo Wushuang turned to leave, and his voice came from afar. "Heavenly Saint Cult Master Qin Mu, Rolan's Golden Palace Grandmaster, when I gain success to some extent in the future, I will definitely repay both of you greatly, taking revenge for my severed arm. Don't die too early!"

He then vanished in the dense darkness.

Qin Mu continued to stand straight as before, with Carefree Sword circling around him.

He didn't relax and stared into the darkness. After a moment, he finally left out a sigh of relief.

Pangong Tso's face turned bitter and he grumbled, "Cult Master Qin, why did you have to announce our names? What should we do now?"