Yun Hao's gaze was fixed intently on the human cultivator who had been struck by the poison of centrifugal plague.,"Cloud brother, I'm sorry...I dragged you down. None of us expected this to happen…" Ding Mao's mood was obviously extremely bad, his voice carrying a wave of pessimistic emotion.,Yún Hào: "Brother Ding, this is an accident. No one can blame anyone."。