"Brother Yin, although our meeting was fleeting, we did have an encounter. I hope you can resolve my confusion," Song Tonghai said gravely, his voice tinged with a trace of entreaty.
"Commoners like us, knowing what we do, what could we possibly do about it? The Immortal Sect is not the Government Office; whom can you expect to seek justice for you?" Yin Ping sneered and said indifferently, "The message from the Night Light Pavilion commanded me to come here, with the intention of forcing you to send a message to the Phantom Spirit Sect."
"The Night Light Pavilion? Where is that?" Song Tonghai's expression tensed slightly, while Li Mingzhou beside him squinted his eyes slightly but did not speak.
