"Eh? Fellow Daoist Zhou doesn't look good. You haven't fully recovered yet?" The two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators showed their concerns.
"No. It's nothing." Ning Fan could not just tell them this directly, "I saw the look of looming death from your faces. Both of you are going to die horribly soon…", could he?
Would they trust him? Of course not. He would end up offending the both of them.
"Hai. I have heard that Commander Zhou Ming suffered severe injuries and had to resign from his position of a commander. I truly feel that it was quite a pity."
"It's not really like that. It's because of my carelessness that I got injured in battle. I hope Fellow Daoists wouldn't laugh at me, would you? Hmm. I am thinking why this teleportation formation has yet to activate. I can't wait to leave Great Jin…" A crease formed between Ning Fan's brows. He sensed the danger that was quickly approaching them, disrupting his calmness.
