The middle-aged man looked at Nan Xian expressionlessly and said coldly, "Master Nan Xian must come with us if you want these two little kids to be safe."
Spiritual qi gathered in Nan Xian's palm as he raised his hand, and with a loud bang, the middle-aged man's body suddenly flew away and fell into a corner as he spurted a mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged man sneered. "Master Nan Xian, it's useless for you to attack me now. Those two little things have probably already fallen into my master's hands. If you are late, I'm afraid... He will kill them!"
Nan Xian's expression was indifferent as his cold eyes stared hard at the man in front of him. "Where are they? Take me there now!"
The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Master Nan Xian, this way, please!"
