Lang Qingyue was still seething, but she nonetheless kept Necro's cautionary advice close to her heart. She refused to lose her life at this juncture.
She had to get her revenge first!
Necro sighed at the unnaturally high amount of killing intent rolling out in waves around Lang Qingyue. He was still a bit worried that she'd do something dangerous, but he couldn't coddle her under his wings forever.
"Get going," he ended up saying. "Attack them when their guard is at its lowest—right now—in the twilight hour."
FWIP! FWIP!
With that, the Shadow Tree Soldiers and Lang Qingyue flickered into the horizon—their destination being the south of the coastline.
Meanwhile, within the Greenflame and Hundred-eyed Sects, joyous celebrations were being held on account of recent profitable negotiations with Barbarian Lord Usopp. It may have taken months to reach a consensus, but it was all worth it in the end, for they came out with the most benefits.
