At noon, Ye Ling and Mo Xing returned to Tianji Sect.
"You don't worry about us at all? Disappeared for over a day, and you don't even look for us? You've got quite the nerve," Mo Xing protested to Li Tianhao.
Man, we're supposed to be brothers, aren't we? Gone for a whole day, no phone calls, no searching; what if something had happened, wouldn't that have been the end?
Three black lines crept across Li Tianhao's forehead, "Stop joking, will you? If anyone kidnapped the two of you, that'd be like inviting two calamities home."
"Ye Ling! I've got something to tell you, the person I asked you to kill for me is now in the Kunlun Mountains!"
Li Tianhao's face grew solemn, his eyes filled with a thick murderous intent, and a chilling coldness permeated from him.
When they entered the great tomb in Lanshan Village, Ye Ling had made a vow to Li Tianhao, to help him kill a master of one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves.
"Okay, when do we leave?" Ye Ling agreed without hesitation.
