"Were you waiting for me?" Ning Fan said with a faint smile as he glanced at the three people.
One was a two-meter-tall muscular man, bursting with explosive power, obviously strong.
Another was a seductive and enchanting woman with evenly-toned muscles on her exposed thighs, clearly a trained fighter.
The third was a pale-faced, sickly-looking young man, almost as white as snow.
Ning Fan intentionally took another look at the sickly young man, who, if not for his pale complexion, could have been considered handsome.
In his hand he held a folding fan, his smile eerie and chilling, his whole being exuding a bone-penetrating coldness.
The enchanting woman sneered when she saw Ning Fan, then followed with a coquettish laugh.
"Having waited so long, and only to find such a young boy, I thought it was some perilous task. All this fuss just for him? How boring."
