"Father, did you kill this boy?"
Zhai Anping wore a look full of lingering fear; he hadn't anticipated that even the Great Elder, such a powerful being, couldn't overcome Ning Fan.
Thinking that he had managed to escape from Ning Fan's clutches before, a sense of relief involuntarily rose in his heart.
"No, this boy isn't dead yet."
Zhai Yonghui stared intently into the smoky dust; he could still feel Ning Fan's presence, alive and active.
Though weak, it never dissipated.
Perhaps he was severely injured, or perhaps... he was faking!
He felt somewhat relieved. In his excitement just now, he had struck with full force in anger.
If he had accidentally killed Ning Fan, then he wouldn't have been able to complete that person's task.
"Boy, come out! I know you're not dead!"
"If you don't come out, I will immediately send people to hunt down those you just sent away!"
