His robe fluttered in the wind, and Ding Lingquan staggered to the railing, only to see a blue dot getting farther and farther away. Covering his still aching chest, Ding Lingquan used all his strength to say to the disciples on his left and right: "Send someone to chase ---!"
Yufeng Tower is still some distance away from the city. If the Wulin Alliance cannot stop Clara Qiu and his companions along the way, then they will probably have to go through countless cities to catch up with them.
After giving orders to the sword-wielding attendant, Ding Lingquan's figure swayed, and she almost followed in Zhu Rongqian's footsteps. Seeing this, the inner disciples of Ziyun anxiously supported her and asked with concern: "Alliance leader! How are you!"
There were quite a few people who were poisoned, but Ding Lingquan's complexion obviously looked worse than anyone else.
Ding Lingquan stubbornly pushed away the hand that was supporting him, and said with a pale face: "I'm fine. Call a doctor to check what kind of poison the masters and guests have been poisoned by, and then give orders to take good care of the poisoned people."
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