The sun had set and dusk was quickly approaching. They had already walked some distance from the market.
Ning Fan calmed his thoughts down. After the advancement of his state of mind, he became even more steady and self-restrained. There were eight individuals stealthily trailing him from behind but he did not care about them at all.
They were actually courting death!
The magnetic force of Joint Joyous Island was so strong that even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators did not dare to simply spread their spirit sense. However, Ning Fan was the exact opposite of those cultivators.
The underlings of Zhao Zijin thought that they were stealthy enough to go unnoticed but they did not expect that they had already been considered dead in Ning Fan's eyes.
"Light…Got…bad…guys…" The female corpse shot Ning Fan an innocent look that was filled with worry.
"Bad guys? What about me?" Ning Fan chuckled.
