"Prince, where are all those disciples from Qiantian Palace?"
In Great Moon City, more than ten figures flew through the air and stopped above a ruined building.
Yu Wenzhong spoke in a grave tone, "Are you sure you saw the cultivators from Qiantian Palace around here?"
"It should be this place..."
Qin Wanyang furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Or maybe further to the east?"
"We've been heading north all this time, and we're about to reach the main city!"
Running out of patience, Yu Wenzhong said coldly, "On our way here, there was no trace of Qiantian Palace's magic! Mr. Qin… did you actually see my junior brothers?"
"Yuwen Saint, please don't be angry."
Qin Wanyang smiled and spoke telepathically, "This ancient city has many restrictions, and there are iron riders patrolling around, maybe I just saw it wrong. Even if we didn't find them, you can't blame me, right?"
"You?"
Yu Wenzhong glared furiously.
He grabbed Qin Wanyang by the collar.
