Fang Yang murmured to himself, even feeling some regret that there were too few men in black, which only made his life lamp grow by half as much. If there could have been more of them, perhaps his strength would have increased.
Fang Yang shook his head and sighed, feeling somewhat disappointed.
By his side, Ye Qinghong bit her lip, her cold eyes revealing a touch of confusion and wonder as if pondering something. After a long time, she suddenly turned and looked towards her master.
"Master, does the incident with my family have anything to do with these people?"
"Of course it does! I have been investigating them for a long time. I'm afraid these rats in the gutter really think they're flawless."
"But..."
Ye Qinghong hesitated.
"The ambition of these men in black seems very strong, even involving ancient sects. Master, should we stop our investigation? I don't want to implicate you because of this."
"Oh?"
