Upon hearing Qing Jianzi's words, Wang Tianmu's heart skipped a beat, inwardly cursing.
Qing Jianzi's meaning was very clear. He knew about Wang Tianmu's plan to kill Fang Lin. If even Qing Jianzi was aware of this, then more people in the Purple Mist Sect must know about it too.
Thinking about this, Wang Tianmu's forehead immediately broke out in cold sweat. He had the distinct feeling he was in a predicament he couldn't extricate himself from, that could engulf him at any moment.
"Qing Jianzi, what do you mean by this?" Wang Tianmu pretended to be ignorant and asked.
Qing Jianzi sneered: "Elder Wang, aren't you here for Fang? Let's not talk in riddles. Miss Han Xiaoxing is also here, only temporarily away to chase after a minion of the Li family. You can explain to her when she returns."
"What? Miss Han Xiaoxing is here too?" Wang Tianmu was shocked and his face turned pale.
