"Lord Yan is being too modest," lamented Wang Ba. "Unfortunately, we have just come from the north and are not too familiar with that so-called Rogue Cultivator. Otherwise, we might have been able to lend a helping hand."
In a relaxed tone, they continued conversing, with a hint of heartfelt sincerity.
It was as if in the blink of an eye, they had turned from enemies into friends.
After a short while.
Yan Wuxiong said with regret,
"It's a pity that Wang still needs to head to the Ghost Market; otherwise, it would have been perfect to travel there together."
"Hehe, there's no need for Yan to see me off," Wang Ba replied.
Standing atop the carriage, he bid a reluctant farewell.
Until he was no longer visible.
Only then did he return to the carriage.
As he entered the carriage, the look of reluctance on his face instantly turned into a trace of sternness.
"Primitive Demonic Sect...."
At that moment, Li Yingfu's voice also came through.
"Lou Yi, you drive for a while."
