Not long after, Fang Qi slowly opened his eyes, his vision still hazy. He froze as his gaze met Lou Yan's mask and the cold, piercing stare behind it. He was startled and subconsciously asked, "Who are you!?"
He remembered that his master had been taken away by a mysterious man wearing a mask.
Is it right here?
He thought it would take a lot of effort to find out the whereabouts of this mysterious cultivator. Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord brought him directly to him.
This saves a lot of trouble.
"You don't need to know who I am."
Lou Yan walked slowly back and sat down in the chair. "You just need to know that once you fall into my hands, you can't escape."
"Where is my master?"
Fang Qi was somewhat impatient to know whether his master was here or not. As long as he was sure that he was here...
The elixir bottle that he was holding tightly in his palm was stained with his sweat.
"Master?"
