Wan Xiaolan snorted, saying, "So what?"
Jiang Fan's face was impassive, revealing no emotion. He said, "In that case, I can let you in on a little secret. One of our disciples was mortally harmed while on patrol outside. The place he was harmed is not too far from here, just a couple of hundred li. That's why we asked you to come and see. We can't let our disciples be killed casually, without making any protest."
"Are you trying to fool us? The Ghost God Temple has sent so many disciples this time, do you really care about each one of them that much? Since when has the Ghost God Temple become so fraternal?" Lin Youbi ridiculed.
Lu Kui rolled his eyes, saying, "We care because we want to. What's it to you?"
"We'd like to continue exploring that camp if you don't mind," Jiang Fan pointed to another camp and said to Wan Xiaolan.
