The group of men clad in black, as well as another group of masked youths, including the whiskered man who had been severely wounded by Shadow Blade and those powerful individuals on the flying boats, were now all staring intently at the White-faced Scholar.
"White-faced Scholar, you can go, but whether the map is real or fake, leave it behind first!"
The leader of the black-clothed powerhouses, along with the masked experts, spoke coldly, blocking the White-faced Scholar's possible escape routes, their hands touching the battle sabers at their waists.
"You..." The White-faced Scholar stared at the two major forces' leaders who had come together, feeling somewhat helpless. He turned to glance at Ye Fan, filled with intense resentment.