Dream Boat Association!!?
How... how could it be!??
Xiang Ling's heart instantly tensed to the extreme.
If the prior Tianxiang Pavilion was a coincidence, then what does the presence of the Dream Boat Association mean now?
Two coincidences in such a short time cannot be coincidences, but rather inevitabilities.
Scenes of suspicion and conjecture flashed through Xiang Ling's mind.
But unfortunately, before she could regain her composure, a group of people on the opposite side had already converged.
Duan Valley and Qingsu walked to Zhang Rongfang's side, along with several captains from the death squad.
Duan Valley was introducing several elite captains under his command to Zhang Rongfang, all of whom were masters above the Fourth Grade.
Zhang Rongfang smiled gently, conversing with each person in turn.
From the side and rear angle, Xiang Ling felt as though he had done nothing, as if the person who just slaughtered over a hundred people at the Tianxiang Pavilion was not him.
