Zhang Qianmo's "I will be back soon," took quite a while indeed.
Three days and three nights had passed without a trace of him seen.
Li Fan stands on Violet Sky Flying Cloud, in complete boredom, observing the Ningyuan City below him.
In the battle between Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong, both Golden Core Cultivators, most parts of Ningyuan City had turned into ruins.
And the mortals who survived this unexpected disaster, have cried their voices dry, their eyes filled with bewilderment.
"Mr. Bai has spoken!"
"Those who still have strength, gather here. Let's work together to dig and rescue those who are still alive!"
"Those with minor injuries, help collect water and food..."
"Everyone, place those with serious injuries in the small temple. Mr. Bai will treat them there!"
Just as the disaster victims fell into despair, sudden shouts rose from various places within Ningyuan City.
Listening to this, Li Fan found it interesting.
