Veins throbbed on Jiang Fan's forehead. He raised his hand and summoned his Black Sword, enlarging it to a hundred lengths to block in front of him.
Liang Feiyan hastily skidded to a halt a hundred lengths away.
"BOOHOO, Brother Jiang, we've grown distant," he said aggrievedly.
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap. Where are the others? Are they buried underground?"
When they first arrived in Nanqian, there had been four of them.
Liang Feiyan finally snapped back to his senses and hastily replied, "Ren Guhong and Wang Chongling were taken away by Inferior Sage Qingtian!"
What?
Jiang Fan was taken aback. Inferior Sage Qingtian?
He had actually fled to Nanqian?
Given the maliciousness of the Inferior Sage's Cultivation Method, it was unimaginable what fate awaited the two of them after falling into his hands.
"Where are they?" Jiang Fan asked urgently.
