"This is Master's wine gourd..."
Ling Feng grasped that Green Wood Wine Jug, his brows immediately furrowed.
Lin Canglang had clearly used a Void Spirit Spell similar to the one used last time to rescue the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch, so they could hear his voice but not see him.
Using this wine gourd, he was explicitly telling me that Duanmu Qingshan is in his hands!
"Damn it!"
A glint of icy light flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. No wonder he'd been in the Southern Border for so long but had never received any news about his Master.
It turned out that his Master had long since fallen into the hands of Lin Canglang.
Indeed, with his current strength, he had long surpassed Duanmu Qingshan, but a master for a day is a father for life. No matter what, Ling Feng could not possibly watch Duanmu Qingshan be tormented by Lin Canglang.
"Dragon..."
