In the depths of the Mysterious Fog, Pang Jian pressed forward in silence.
Fan Ao sat firmly on the golden spiritual platform, squinting at his silhouette without uttering a word.
After a while, Pang Jian said softly, "I am responsible for Fan Chen's death. So when I realized that you gave me his Storage Ring to keep, intending to use me to kill Long Zhan, I didn't blame you."
Fan Ao nodded slightly but remained silent.
He examined his disciple, Pu Zhaotian's, with the eyes of an elder, indeed sensing guilt in Pang Jian's tone.
"Because of my invitation, Fan Chen entered the Saint Spirit Continent, and before us all, Long Zhan struck him down in a flash. My power gap with Long Zhan is too vast; at that time..."
Pang Jian's expression turned grave.
How could he not feel indignant and resentful?
