"Stop." But someone still emerged from the crowd and rushed forward, grabbing the whip from the sect member, "If you hit him again, he’ll die."

"What business is it of yours?" The sect member lifted his foot and kicked the man over, casually giving him a lash with the whip as well.

Yun Lan suddenly widened his eyes, "Weng Xin."

Zhang Tiankuo glanced at Yun Lan with surprise. Although his voice was small, Zhang heard it because they were close. Could this person be Weng Xin, the Hidden Guard beside the eighth prince?

Yun Lan noticed Zhang Tiankuo’s gaze, then looked over and gave a slight nod.

Zhang Tiankuo couldn’t help but curl his lips. It was good that he was here. He then stepped forward to stop the person about to hit Weng Xin, "Brother, calm down, it’s not worth getting serious with these wretches. A bit of a lesson is enough; it wouldn’t be good to explain if you beat him to death."

The sect member raised the whip again, paused, and glanced back at Zhang Tiankuo, "You make sense, but you look unfamiliar."

"The two of us just came back with the Young Master." Zhang Tiankuo smiled.

The man said no more, knowing well that the Young Master had only returned a few days ago. Bringing people back was normal. Besides, there were tens of thousands of people here, and even if you’d been here for years, you wouldn’t know everyone.

"You!" Yun Lan came over, looking down at Weng Xin, "Get up."

Weng Xin frowned, but inexplicably, he felt a familiar aura from the other person. Although his martial arts had been wasted, his senses were still intact. Could it be... His heart stirred sharply, but he didn’t show it on his face and quickly stood up.

Zhang Tiankuo hurriedly stopped the sect member from speaking.

"Hurry up and work!" Yun Lan’s tone was harsh, but he quickly lowered his voice, "Weng Xin."

Weng Xin was taken aback. After locking eyes with Yun Lan, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Yun Lan’s heart leapt with excitement. He had been afraid he wouldn’t find him, but here he was, unexpectedly. Yet his tone was still violent, "If you don’t work properly, you’ll be fed to the dogs next time."

Weng Xin quickly bent down to pick up the load and walked forward.

Yun Lan shouted commands as he followed, looking as if he were supervising.

Zhang Tiankuo watched as Yun Lan followed Weng Xin and walked away, making an excuse to leave as well.

Meanwhile, Gu Qingheng and Qi Jingyun had also reached the bottom of the valley. Because the monster had died suddenly, all the Flame had gone over, drawing most of the attention and giving them some freedom to act, though they couldn’t afford to be careless.

"We can’t stay here forever, can we?" Qi Jingyun glanced at Gu Qingheng.

"What do you think of setting a fire?" Gu Qingheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"But there are so many people here, not just Flame Sect members, but also those captured." Qi Jingyun frowned, "Moreover, how will we get out then?"

"We can ignite the hall, can’t we?" Gu Qingheng pointed his lips towards one side, "Now they’re all down there; there must be no one above." Flame would never expect them to return to the hall. "As long as we create chaos here, we can find a chance to escape." He pointed at his head, "The route’s all in here."

"Alright." Qi Jingyun nodded.

The two retraced their steps and spotted Ming Guang leading a group of herbalists in circles. They had no time for him, directly returned to the hall, dealt with a few guard sect members, and then entered the hall.