Black Wind Tribe.
Ning Buqi gazed at the deserted stronghold, a trace of sorrow flashing across his eyes.
Remnants of past memories of his little brothers drinking merrily were still fresh in his mind.
Yet, he was now the only one remaining in the vast Black Wind Tribe.
"Jiang Yuan, I swear to make you pay in blood!"
His fist clenched with a cracking sound!
Just then.
At the foot of the mountain, two figures swept over the treetops, rushing towards the Black Wind Tribe at high speed.
A moment later.
A young man wearing a white mask and a mysterious person clad in a hood appeared before Ning Buqi.
"I pay my respects to Eldest Young Master Fan!" Ning Buqi greeted the man in the white mask with a fist-salute.
"No need for formality! Offer condolences!" The man raised his hand and then asked, "Ning Buqi, are you certain that the Sect's token is currently in Jiang Yuan's possession?"
