Folding the notice in his hand, He Song looked towards Wei Fan with a frown.
Just now, a monk from the Immortal Pavilion Law Enforcement Team had delivered the notice for the two of them to inspect, and they had seen the rows of blood-red letters spelling "death".
In the past few days, He Song and Wei Fan had not left the house, but both of them belonged to the kind of cultivators who had many friends.
Therefore, even though they hadn't been out, they had still received quite a bit of information about the outside world from others.
Now, they were quite familiar with the situation outside.
They knew what kind of events had transpired outside.
"Sure enough, as soon as Master Cheng Shan leaves, the Immortal Pavilion gets chaotic right away." Sitting by the table, Wei Fan sighed with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
He had many friends beyond He Song and Meng Guan's small circle, including loose cultivators and monks from the Immortal Pavilion.
