C123 There Was Not Much Time Left

As the bell on Bai Mang's wrist chimed, everyone abruptly snapped out of the entrancing illusion. Tears lingered in some eyes, furrowed brows marked others, and a few faces were ashen, as though stricken by grave illness. The Immortal Cultivators, emerging from the phantasm, were visibly shaken.

Even Ye Danqing's eyes were rimmed with red, tears clinging to her lashes