As Lin Wudao walked on the street, the pedestrians quickly backed away.
It was as if they were hiding from a demon!
In response, Lin Wudao's expression was calm, and there were no fluctuations in his eyes.
"The sect master of the Netherworld Devil Sect is called Fan Tianjue, right?"
Suddenly, Lin Wudao seemed to have thought of something and asked Han Qingshan without turning his head.
"Yes, young master!" Han Qingshan nodded.
"What is his relationship with Fan Wujiu?"
"They're father and son!"
"I see."
Lin Wudao fell into deep thought upon hearing this.
Then, he raised his head.
"Li Zangtian, immediately send Fan Wujiu's body to the Netherworld Devil Sect. Just say that this is my greeting gift."
"Yes!"
Li Zangtian turned around and found a coffin. He put Fan Wujiu's body in it, then carried it on his shoulder and strode toward the Netherworld Devil Sect.
